FINALLY, I am done assisting in the investigation.  While I was glad to help and it was very interesting, I am finally able to dedicate all of my time to my real job.  I have been itching to be done so that I can focus on getting back into the thick of things with my regular job.

Three things I forgot to post about the sub tour I went on last time that I found fascinating:

1. They sleep on top of torpedoes.  Literally.  Not everyone but there are actual bunks directly on top of the torpedoes.

2. As narrow as it is, people walk through at a very brisk pace and never so much as brush against your shoulder as they pass.  It seems as if there’s not even room for two people down a passageway and yet no one bumps into anyone else.  I think they go to school to learn how to change the dimensions of their bodies while walking as fast as they can.

3. On a related note, I saw the unexplainable: a Chief (I’m sure this will make more sense to those of you who know about Chiefs) went through the very small hole with the very narrow ladder while holding two cups of hot coffee.  I can’t figure out where his hands were on the ladder when coming down?  One of the many magical phenomena associated with being a Chief.  Paranormal activities relating to coffee and eyes in places that my mother would be surprised by are common.  I heard once something about one of the requirements for being a Chief is that you have to be able to stand in a canoe in a hurricane with a full cup of coffee and not spill a drop.  I’m working on it, Dad….

By the way, Niki - no bruises!  Impressive, huh?  Well, no bruises from the sub at least.  I have a big one on the front of my leg from getting it stuck every time I got up from the spring-loaded chair and there will be another on my shoulder from getting hit by a racquetball, but I managed to keep all my veins sealed while I was on the sub.

This weekend is a long weekend and guess what!  WE ARE GOING SOMEWHERE!  I’m still feeling a little bit faint that B actually (enthusiastically, even) agreed to go somewhere and *gasp* stay in a hotel for *gasp* not just one but TWO nights.  It’s still in the Andalucia province but we’re getting a little bit further away and there’s still hope that we might even leave the country for a vacation someday.   We’re going to Granada and probably going to spend one day meandering through the town, one day split between tubing on the mountain and visiting the Alhambra, and the last day doing whatever (B: stop reading.  Everyone else, read: shopping).