Got all the plans nailed down, as far as I can do so, for the trip, including an extra night’s stay in NYC so I don’t have to deal with missed flights on the way back from Tel Aviv. I will need to decompress anyway, and what better place to do so than in a city with 8 million strangers in it, I ask you?
Meanwhile, departure time edges ever closer. Time does have an annoying way of passing, and it does so at its own pace. I suppose this means I shall have to pack at some point.
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