My sleep was interrupted by a Mr. Peabody. He informed me that the survey team was not doing the survey correctly. When I asked if they were conducting the survey according to established procedure he was not able to tell me. Needless to say that the conversation will probably result in an official complaint. Apparently he is not a surveyor or any kind of civil engineer. He is, I was informed, one of the administrators for the Sheridan Colony. I was barely able to contain my excitement as he informed me. Barely. The survey team were then informed by me to adhere to the Starfleet protocol for conducting a survey to the letter.
At dinner, the first hot meal on the planet, some of the colonists asked me to sit with them. I used the excuse that I should eat the first hot meal with the Marines. They understood. I ate in my tent. The last thing the Marines need is to have to look at a sorry excuse for an officer while enjoying their first hot meal. I only wish I had some beers to give them.