Phillin' Time

That was an incredibly poorly-constructed and -attempted pun about having an eight-hour layover in Philadelphia International Airport. I've found a perfectly acceptable sleeping-perch in Terminal A, which is delightful considering that I didn't catch a single Z last night. As one might expect, I put off packing until the last possible minute, and now I'm feeling the consequences.

But it would probably be best for all parties if I slept (or, more likely, watched several hours of Six Feet Under in an unfocused, zombie-like state) instead of continuing to attempt to write. Therefore, I conclude this post with a photo of St. John the Evangelist Church in Cambridge from late last semester. I will return promptly with dispatches from Spain, and maybe some other countries too.