Tampa again. This is where we get off the ship in the morning and back on again at 2:30.

I don’t mind getting back on the ship exactly, but the manic blaring of the Welcome Aboard music (the Village People, Madonna’s “Holiday,” etc) from the passenger gangways above does have an eerie Groundhog Day feeling. Each week I find myself slowing down, easing into a normal life on the ship more and more, which only makes that weekly reset back to 10 more disconcerting.