glubber dee blub
I was supposed to leave site on Friday. I'd delayed my return flight a day so I could spend a day in Santiago. I made friends with some of the guys on site and we were going to go out dancing!
And then of course, work ate into that day.
The past couple of days I've been getting all excited about coming home. I'd rationed my supplies almost perfectly. And I started planning what I'd do first. The old Sleep-vs-Shower debate. Shower was winning, and so it turned into Shower-vs-Bath. Because you don't want to sit in your own dirty water, so you have to shower first. But the whole point of this bath is exfoliation, so I'd definitely have to shower afterwards.
Shower-bath-shower.
I almost melt at the thought.
So. Much. Dry. Skin.
And I'd started craving apples. Mmmmm.
But instead I get to suffer the strange rash/bug-bite on my knuckles for another few days.
You know how field work does that. Goes on forever.
I can't imagine a better way to follow up this work trip, than with a vacation to somewhere moist and not at altitude (although I will miss the crazy altitude dreams. Last night I was a horse. Probably something to do with the dead burro by two of our monitoring wells). Somewhere where I can finish this knitting project. Or read a good book.
Good thing I'll be heading on that vacation three days after my (new) return date.
And then of course, work ate into that day.
The past couple of days I've been getting all excited about coming home. I'd rationed my supplies almost perfectly. And I started planning what I'd do first. The old Sleep-vs-Shower debate. Shower was winning, and so it turned into Shower-vs-Bath. Because you don't want to sit in your own dirty water, so you have to shower first. But the whole point of this bath is exfoliation, so I'd definitely have to shower afterwards.
Shower-bath-shower.
I almost melt at the thought.
So. Much. Dry. Skin.
And I'd started craving apples. Mmmmm.
But instead I get to suffer the strange rash/bug-bite on my knuckles for another few days.
You know how field work does that. Goes on forever.
I can't imagine a better way to follow up this work trip, than with a vacation to somewhere moist and not at altitude (although I will miss the crazy altitude dreams. Last night I was a horse. Probably something to do with the dead burro by two of our monitoring wells). Somewhere where I can finish this knitting project. Or read a good book.
Good thing I'll be heading on that vacation three days after my (new) return date.