At CDG's Terminal 2, waiting for the 11:30 to Cincinnati. From there, a fucked five-hour layover, then a weary slog to JAX where TLASILA's own Patrick Spurlock will (with luck) be waiting. Upon my arrival in Florida, I will have been traveling for 31 hours... At least I was able to perform abultions in the men's toilet this morning. No Larry Craigs lurking...
Just received an email from Claudia. As we sing in "Hell Will Envenom Them," sighs overlap... The last kiss must endure (for now).
I've been processing photos on the train, at the terminal, at gate E28. Expect a flood of newly smudged tour images sometime on the 29th.