Returning from the tropics to the northern temperate late fall is not a good idea, just a necessity. At the coffee shoppe this AM the friendly clerk asked if it were still warm outside? It was 40 F. How a particular temperature feels depends a great deal upon what recent ambient temperatures you have been experiencing. So, no, it's bloody damp and cold. As much as TPP would like to gently and gradually adjust to regular academic life, the re-entry plunges you directly into the deep water since there are only 3 days left in the semester. At one of the last class meetings, a student asked if there was a lab scheduled for today. No, no lab, but there will be a regular 50 min lecture. Apparently about half the class tuned out as soon as TPP said, no lab. This will certainly help the teaching evaluations as the situation guarantees half the class will be pissed no matter what you do. Since there is no jet lag, you wouldn't think the change would be so bad. However without the constant white noise of the rainforest at night, or in the rain, TPP finds it hard to sleep. Guess that sound track needs to be packaged up and sold, and with the additional gimick that you can set a wakeup time, and then a recording of howler monkeys greeting the day will be inserted. And no really ripe, succulent pineapple for breakfast. Such a downer. Good thing TPP got a couple of kilos of dark roasted Costa Rican coffee to bring home, which set such a good example that the class cumulatively brought home well over 20 kilos of coffee, so much that a 5% discount was given. "Do you have anything to declare?" Just some coffee. "How much coffee?" Just two kilos. "Where is it?" In that big blue duffle bag. "What's in the bag with the coffee?" Just more coffee. And yet it's good to be home.