Honey, I'm home (sort of)

After spending way too much time and money in Dubai, I am back at KAF. They had some rain while I was gone, so as we were landing I noticed that there were lakes and rivers where there wasn't any before. Wow the weather in San Francisco was better than Afghanistan. Something ain't right here.
I was pleasantly surprised to have a business class seat on the "Gryphon bird" back here. Who knew that I was a "mucky muck?" Or a "Muckily mulck" as Karki would say.
Camp Hicks flooded, luckily I live on the second floor. There is mud everywhere.
I had mailed myself some stuff, including coffee and licorice for the clinic. There was also 13 pounds of salt water taffy from one of my former Medics, who is now at Leatherneck.

We are in full flu shot mode here, so staff is spread far and wide. But I did call Karki and made him drive me to lunch. So things just can't change. We went to Cambridge Dfac where the menu was "Toad in the hole." I was ecstatic, the new Medics we brought with us, not so much.
Being the nice guy that I am, I tortured my lunch mates with tales of all of the fantastic food that I had while on R and R. I though that it was the least that I could do.
After lunch there was something about "not having enough room in the SUV and you have to walk back to the clinic..."