on my way

It's 6:30 a.m., my time and home time, I'm happy to say, and we're waiting to get called to be given back our passports.  The few times I've seen mine, I noticed that the pages are stamped and stuffed with papers and official looking papers. I'm going to have to get a few extra pages for it.  Neat souvenir.

This is a limbo day moving one's body through time and space to resume "normal" living. Anon, anon.


It's now 1:15 p.m. and I am in the Admirals Club Lounge in Miami airport. The floor is still moving beneath my feet; I suppose I'll take a while to get my land legs.  I must say, the wifi service is faster than on the ship - amazing!  The closar I get to home the closer the real world begins to impinge as I think of the responsibilities and duties (and work) awaiting me. SOW I have to make a few phone calls to assure people I am here.  Not my family, but Visa and the grocery delivery - you see?  I hadn't given that a thought till now.  I suppose it will take a while.  I wonder if I can find a  phone, Everyone's on cell phones.

I do have blogs I want to write. I'd like to write a little about some of my fellow passengers, if I can do so without being sued.  We'll see.