Ah, the wonders of returning away from home. Surf and Turf night at ye olde chow hall. Bad steak, suspicious lobster, and questionable shrimp. I hate surf and turf night. Inevitably I wind up hungry and less than happily passing the time in the portajohn. I wonder if I have any Cliff Bars left over...
In other news...we are evidently not going off the grid but are instead moving to a different base with similar levels of comfort, ie, phones and the occassional bit of internet time. Moving still promises to be a bitch. But at least you'll know when I'm getting sick of the food here as opposed to two weeks after the fact.
Seems I didn't miss much while I was away. Good. But it was nice that the First Sergeant and CO genuinely seemed happy to see me again. Well, yeah, the First Sergeant needs a paperwork monkey (125 people and I'm the only one that seems reasonably competent with Excel) and I think the CO likes having an egghead but, regardless of the reasons, it's nice to feel a little appreciated.
Anyhoo, I miss you all. Thanks again to everyone who bought me a drink, listened to my whining, or generally brighted up my all-too-short leave. And apologies to those of you I didn't see. We'll work something out sometime. Maybe something warm and outdoorsy. Like the biggest Bryant Park picnic ever! Well, maybe. Prolly not, as I'm sure it'll be cold when I get back. Ah, well.
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Glad to hear everything is going well over there, and that you won't be out of touch. I've got some music for you care of Timmy, and I've been mulling about...stuff...I'll email you about my mullings in a few days, I wager. Take care of yourself.
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