Back across the pond...

All by my lonesome, sadly; Moira and the munchkin are going to stay on Muir for a few more days, possibly the rest of the week, but some work things came up so I headed back. On a commercial flight, of course, so when you hear someone hacking up their lungs tomorrow, know that it's me. I hate my immune system.

New Year's on Muir this year was much better than New Year's on Muir last year, let's just put it that way...