The weather is cool, the skies are clear and the ground is finally, finally drying off. When I walk I feel ten pounds lighter since I am not wearing my overboots to keep my feet semi-dry.
But, certain areas are still muddy and wet so work is progressing very slowly. Slow days mean boring days, boring days mean you count the days left.
I try not to count the days here or days left. I just live one day at a time. It seems easier that way.
One of the soldiers in my squad lent me the first season of Smallville on DVD to watch. I had watched it a little with m y daughter, but not a lot. I must admit I have gotten hooked on the series. I will now have to borrow the second season since the last episode ended in the usually cliff-hanger! Aaaaggghhhh! I have got to kn ow what happened!
You would think that this was one long trip away from home (no, really?) and you kinda start into a routine until you hear that big boom outside the wire. Then you return to where you are. Or there is a knock at your door and you are told you are going out tonight on a mission.
Really, I suppose I ought to write prose about how I dread leaving the wire, etc. etc. but really I look forward to those trips. Yes they pose danger, but I have to admit, it is kinda cool to speed through a city and have the cops p ull over o ut of your way!!
I won't be able to drive normally when I get back home....