At the departure point 

So today I was really feeling anxious and weird-like. I managed to move a washing machine that I had stripped over the weekend onto a table in the adjoining workshop from the garage floor, as well as some wood for the feet of a string machine, and a bunch of other things. 

But now I’m here at the airport diner waiting for the boarding gates to open!

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