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September 4, 2012
It was by social convention the first day of fall, and rather than being overwhelmed with the return of normal traffic on her local roadways, she was navigating the reconfigured airport. Business trips long ago ceased to be fun or interesting, although this one promised a good dinner at their favorite Mexican place in National Harbor. But the day was cramped, tight, and it was nearly 8 PM by the time they got to the hotel. Arriving at your destination in the evening always meant going to bed late, followed by an early wakeup call, a combination that she dreaded.