Aaaand one more Johnnish bit.

Apparently, filk cons are good for my writing. Again, open beta, folken. Comment on what needs the fixing. Muchos gracias.

( Constantine stared at the black-haired, bespectacled boy. )

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I'm at Columbus Airport. I saw Our Meg safely off on her flight, and then I went and got food and sat down to wait for mine. Now I'm just tired and my headhurts. I may see if I can transmute this into enough cranky for the next H:H segment, otherwise I'm napping on the airport floor until boarding time.

All is well otherwise, except every time I cough memories of studying the 1918 flu pandemic come back to meet me and i wonder who here in the aiport may have been somewhere at risk.. Oh well.

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Home now. Head hurts. Oy.