Originally written in my Scribe in NYC.
I write this from 42ⁿᵈ St. Amtrak station. First, the metro failed me. Then I got in an Uber. There was hope of reach when I checked online. They said the train had. been delayed. At the station they said the online system was a freaking liar. The next train departs 70 minutes after the originally scheduled one, and arrives 80 minutes later. It's train maths.
The only consolation is that I'd have arrived at the destination an hour early. Now I get there 45 mins into the party. IF goes on for 3 hours but I must depart one hour into my entrance because such is life. A life without cars in these parts is hell.
Oh yeah. Lots of writing is left pending. what can I say, I'm having a pretty decent time. This 2- her train ride will get us more writing than anything over the past 2 weeks.
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