29 September 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

 

Mr. Thermometer and I finished off the chile and hung out.  The weather, at long last, was glimmeringly perfect.  Mr. Thermometer drove me to the airport and we said our goodbyes.

In Chicago Midway airport, I listened to a song about Maria as I ate a Superdawg.

On the plane leaving Chicago I listened to bossa nova as the sun set.