After a busy day yesterday, I ventured off-island to pick up my daughter Jenny at the airport and took her home, which is in Tacoma. Her husband, William, is stationed in Germany and was going to Korea in March. The Army extended his tour in Germany so that they could send him to Turkey. Jenny left two weeks ago to see William before he shipped out not knowing when that would be. She lucked out and William hasn't shipped out yet so they were able to be with each other these past two weeks. He expects to ship out to Turkey today.

My other daughter, Katie, also lives in Tacoma, so I dropped in on her. I made it back for the last ferry to the island, which was 1 o'clock this morning. Why is it that the hurrieder I go the behinder I get? Regular programming should resume later on today.