Just checked out. Waiting for the shuttle bus to the airport. The Caucasian guy who was queued up after me, Pablo he says his name was, asked for his reservation to be extended another night. A lady friend of his was waiting at the lobby. A petite woman in a pencil dress. Nothing that give anyone ideas, at least. She said hi and they shook hands, then got on the lift.
It’s very hot outside. I don’t know if I’ve ever used Terminal 1A, but I do hope that it is cool over there. I tend to sweat easily. And then I sweat buckets.
Sigh. Tomorrow work starts again.
Nothing doing. 
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