The transition has started from the desert to home. I am a different person rejoining my life back home, already in progress.
I slept for a few hours and got up and ran in the mist. I ate breakfast with some of my colleagues and snagged a newspaper to read in my room. I pressed out all the travel wrinkles in my uniform and have been very disappointed with daytime television. The view from the balcony in my room is beautiful and so colorful. I don't know what I'm going to do for lunch. We have to catch the bus to Port Hueneme at 1230.
In the meantime, I have a few more hours of solitude left to me.
