Back home.
The floor in my den is swaying. Can't wait till I get my landlegs again.
Went parasailing in Mexico. My feet are sunburned. I performed "Funky Cold Medina" in the kareoke bar with two other, uh, alcoholically inspired shipmates. I missed my cats.
It's good to be back.
More when I can get more than three hours sleep.
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