January 23, 1998

I was finally able to sleep in my own bed tonight, having been released from quarantine.

It was a pleasant experience. I suppose with the over one trillion dollar federal government budget, a few million could be spared on luxuries for interdimensional travelers returning from other versions of Earth, staying quarantined to stop bringing diseases that could ravage the population, the way smallpox ravaged Native Americans four hundred years ago in my birth world- and this world.

I ordered shrimp-and-chicken chow mein from this Chinese place for dinner. I briefly recalled how explorers actually ate at a Chinese restaurant in a dimension where China had colonized what we call the Pacific coast of North America; one of them remarked it still does not beat the Chinese restaurants in this world's San Francisco Chinatown. I did want to spend tonight enjoying the comforts of the home I had for one and a half years.

Tomorrow, I plan to join the expedition to the next world we believe this world's Quinn Mallory slid to, or at least tried to slide to.