Home Again
Well, I'm back. The flight was long and tiring. The three kids on the last flight did wind up conspiring to cry the entire journey, and yet I did get a little sleep. I had to struggle with perceived exchange rates to figure out how many dollars' worth of stuff I acquired, so I could report it to Customs. I had to add up the estimated value of the Omnigo gear to the value of a T shirt I paid for in British pounds, some candy paid for with Danish krona, etc. Some of the sales receipts gave the values in EU currency. Charming.
I've had a good sleep and find myself awake in the morning, a pretty peculiar thing, but I'll be getting a nap later, as my shift has now changed and I need to be at work at 11 pm. Earlier, actually. The way that days are reckoned for third shifters is drastically different from that for second shift, so I'm getting screwed out of a sick day for being unwilling to step right off the plane and right into work. I took the night of the 13th off for a reason, and now I'm having to take it off all over again. Sigh.
I miss Wlofie. It was really good to be with him in meatspace. I'll still see him every day, like always, but it's not exactly the same, is it?
We're working on it.
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