Well, despite the best efforts of Sandy, the weather was suitably decent for travel and I made it here without any delays. A haircut and a shave later, and I look like a 16-year old paratrooper versus my previous mid-20s vagrant.
That was without a doubt the best block leave I've had yet. I'm blessed to have such wonderful friends (and of course my family) who enjoy my shenanigans and create some more of their own.
Anyway, morale is very low right now. Returning here after a stretch of leave is the single hardest part of my job. Two more years, Jack, just two more years...
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