In the past 12 hours I've turned over command of the Naval Oceanography Mine Warfare Center to my relief, packed the final items into our cars, cleaned the house like a mad woman, said a quick and sweaty goodbye to our dear friends, and headed north. I'm wiped, have no voice, and feel this constant need to hurry up when all I want to do it slow down and relax. But there's no time--Frank needs to get back to working during his busiest time of the year and I check into the new job on Friday!
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You're going to do great, Kate! |
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The team that made me successful. |
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Loaded and ready to go! On the road again! |
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This little car was packed! |