home is where
So tired. But okay.

Delays everywhere. I think I was even on the ground in Vladivastock briefly, for some reason that I still don't understand. All that traveling, and it felt like we'd never actually get anywhere. It was amusing to find myself actively wanting to get to the NNA, after all this angst.

I went straight from the omniport to the transport to Solitaire. It was raining, of course. I'm sure it's a rule that travel has to be as hard as possible or one just isn't getting into the spirit of the thing. I felt like a drowned possum. Everyone stared. Bless Jackal for being there, because holding her makes everything better, even being in wet clothes. She didn't even wince, how could I not love that?

Crichton came in later. I was asleep in a booth, and she poked me to ask if I was planning to show up for work one of these days since I seemed to be back in town. "I only just got back an hour ago," I said. "That's okay," she said, "We're not open right now anyway. You can wait until tomorrow."

I have no idea what this is going to be like. Jackal says that every day with Crichton is an adventure, but I think she is being facetious.