Ingrained

My next gig is in NY also, so I left most of my stuf there and traveled home with a nearly empty bag.  In the kerfuffle at the airport (I got dropped at the wrong terminal), I kept being nagged by the feeling that I was missing or had forgotten something, and then realized that the source of the psychological feeling was simply the lack of usual drag on my fingers as I wheeled the suitcase behind me.  Such is the precise nature of ingrained habit.

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