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I haven't gotten my land legs back or something, because the floor is still moving, and I find myself walking with that slight anticipation that perhaps the floor will be in a slightly different place than where you expect to place your foot. Hopefully one more day of this, and then back to normal.

I do have to say, though, that even though the cruise, overall, rated about a B-, that I slept like a fucking baby on that boat. The constant swells and gentle rolling had me out like a light every single night, and especially during naps in the afternoon. I will miss that a lot.

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What sucks is that the cruise was oh kay, nothing really tremendous, and we came back to my aunt and great aunt being hospitalized.

Things look rather grim.

The disorientation continues, along with having left my makeup bag in the airport in Ft. Lauderdale. Idiot me.

I'm feeling off-kilter more than usual. Coming back to bad news, as well as hearing that part of the terror alerts applied to cruise ships being a possible target, well, shit. I guess I didn't really get away from it all, after all.

Sorry, disjointed. Land legs, come back!