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March 15, 2017
On a wing and a prayer, I started the trek back home, the day after the storm. The taxi ride to the last Metro stop was delightful, a good omen. The trip into DC was quick and relatively comfortable, and I had just enough time to get my lunch and secure a decent spot in line. Sitting on the train, watching the miles fly by, I tried to do something for work but wasn't very successful. By the time I hit the City, it was game over, all my energy was gone I just huddled on the eastbound commuter rail.