Today was my last day on rotation with the animals; tomorrow, I'll be riding in a Jeep and helping out with the camp. I'm utterly exhausted. I've got no idea where we are relative to our destination; I just hope we get there soon. I'm sick of looking at cracked, barren ground. I gave up trying to read on the first day. All I do now is stare out at the grey sky and the grey earth.
I didn't dream last night, but I didn't sleep well, either. I felt like the air was pushing down on my chest. I really hope I'm not coming down with something. We're so far out now, there wouldn't be anything we could do about it.
I just need to sleep.