safe but tired

The Dad called me in the afternoon and told me he'd finally landed in Osan. It doesn't look as though I'll be seeing him any earlier than Wednesday afternoon or evening, though: he's pooped and wants to rest. If I had just completed a three-day trek on military hops from the DC area, through Illinois, then the state of Washington, then California, then Hawaii, and finally Korea, I'd be tired, too.

Sleep well, Dadso. See you when I see you.


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