Holding patterns suck.
I’m in one now, professionally speaking. Around, around I go, waiting
on some disembodied voice to tell me when and where I can land.
My thumbs are all twiddled out, people. I’m starting to doodle on plane
windows and calling it art. This is far from encouraging. *sighs heftily*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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