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I believe I have found my way to the Dr. Livingstone that is the best route home, after only four precarious expeditions through the jungle that art the highways and byways of Fairfax and Prince William Counties. I presume.
After being stuck in morning traffic so slow I became mesmerized by the walnut-sized spider casting a web across my sideview mirror, I decided to split my time on Route 1 and I-95 on the way home, and wipe butter on my butt and call me a biscuit if it didn't work out swimmingly. Eased onto my driveway 26 minutes from turning on the car in the DTRA parking lot. And, even on a bad traffic day, I'm still getting home at about the same time as I used to leave the Pentagon office...
Still doing a lot of on-line/annual training and some other paperwork in the office, but it appears our only duties are to either talk about the last rotation to Russia or plan for the next one. Several guys are shipping out this weekend, so I'm going to sit in on their pre-deployment briefings so I can get a feel for what to expect for mine, (too) soon to come...
Meanwhile, I will try to remain as the only healthy human in the house, as Ryan and Mommyofsame have come down with colds, which is probably harder on the boy, as his nose is the size of a jolly rancher, causing him to make gutteral, dragon-like, rocks-on-a-washboard sounds at night (when we can get him to sleep) .
Smoke alarm is beeping, gotta go.
After being stuck in morning traffic so slow I became mesmerized by the walnut-sized spider casting a web across my sideview mirror, I decided to split my time on Route 1 and I-95 on the way home, and wipe butter on my butt and call me a biscuit if it didn't work out swimmingly. Eased onto my driveway 26 minutes from turning on the car in the DTRA parking lot. And, even on a bad traffic day, I'm still getting home at about the same time as I used to leave the Pentagon office...
Still doing a lot of on-line/annual training and some other paperwork in the office, but it appears our only duties are to either talk about the last rotation to Russia or plan for the next one. Several guys are shipping out this weekend, so I'm going to sit in on their pre-deployment briefings so I can get a feel for what to expect for mine, (too) soon to come...
Meanwhile, I will try to remain as the only healthy human in the house, as Ryan and Mommyofsame have come down with colds, which is probably harder on the boy, as his nose is the size of a jolly rancher, causing him to make gutteral, dragon-like, rocks-on-a-washboard sounds at night (when we can get him to sleep) .
Smoke alarm is beeping, gotta go.
posted by Dan at 8:35 PM
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