I got done with laundry and packing quite quickly. I wasn't sure what I'd do with the rest of the evening.

Then I noticed it was 1 AM. Whoops, guess the caffeine was getting to me. Plus the reduction in stress: I've been going nuts getting ready for this float, because we found out on Wednesday that we were not going to be getting some support during this excercise that we should have received. So there was a nasty crunch of trying to get six weeks of scheduled maintenance on inflatable gear done in three days. The people at the paraloft are very unhappy, because they were actually working hours like what we squadron guys do all the time. (Theirs is normally a cushy job.) Their corporal in Production Control called me some terrible things. I was shocked, shocked I tell you, at the cruel aspersions cast upon my character and ancestry.

But we're set, now. Whatever is done is done; what is undone, will not get done. (And there is certainly some undoneness. But that's a story for another time.)

Time for a four-hour nap!

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