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Today began by banging my head hard against an unseen low-hanging light in a dark parking garage. It was very awkward and painful. I staggered around for a few moments seeing stars, and finally looked up to see a woman sitting in a nearby minivan talking on the phone, pushing the last of her breakfast into her mouth, and looking at me like I was a murderer.

My day didn't get much better after that. The only highlight occurred when I figured out that it's possible to negotiate all of the ATM prompts in Spanish, even if you don't know the language. I may choose to do all of my banking in Spanish in the future - and there will be mysterious excitement in the prospect that I could screw up, and accidentally obtain a loan for a jet ski instead of the $40 'fast cash'.

Spring now appears to be over. It's brevity and the humid oppressive weather that follows are at the top of the list things I dislike about Cincinnati. Every day seems to grow heavier and stickier, and all I can think about is Maine and the ocean and the clean air that comes in from the water in the morning.