Well folks, I wish there were a lot of things to tell you about today, but there's really not a lot going on. All of the scientists are rushing around trying to finish up their lab work so they can start packing boxes for when we get into port.

We are supposed to have a cook-out this afternoon as a sort of end-of-the cruise party. It looks like it will be a cook "in," though, because it hasn't stopped raining since yesterday. Today is nasty — one of those Sunday mornings where it's raining and gray and you just want to stay in bed all morning. Of course since I sleep below the water line and have no windows in my room, it could be any day of the week at any time of the day and I would never be able to guess what time of day it was. It's just always pitch black in there (which is VERY conducive to sleeping).

Now that we are in transit again, I am having a really hard time not sleeping. Whenever I sit in one place for too long, the rocking just starts to put me to sleep. I'm starting to consider this whole inventing-an-adult-size-rocking-bed-when-I get-home thing again. So I'm sitting here trying to think of things to write, and Bekki Helton is sitting beside me and says, "What is your best memory out here?" to which I give the obvious reply, "My dive, duh!"

"Aside from that," she says in a slightly annoyed tone. (Now she is laughing, as she is reading this as I type.)

But she is on the right track because as we are getting closer and closer to shore, I am becoming more and more nostalgic. I'm getting sad about leaving this awesome group of people. Even though I didn't know most of them three weeks ago, I feel like I've known them for years. When you spend this much time with people in a confined space, you get to know them fairly well. Hopefully, we'll all keep in touch once we hit land and start running in opposite directions.