Check the Halls

Continuing to adjust to life at the Pentagon, where construction has made almost every floor look the same; it's easy to get turned around. Today I walked for ten minutes looking for a room before realizing I was on the wrong level. I've been brave enough, though, in the past three days, to ask two other people who looked lost if I could help them find something. I feel it's my duty. They're Americans. I work for the people. (music swells)
Starting to fall into old slugging bad habits, like forgetting my sunglasses in the car if it's cloudy in the morning, so that drive into the glaring sun in the afternoon is neither a hoot nor a hoot and a half. I also seem to not have enough gum around after my morning tea (which, in and of itself, is a challenge I'd forgotten about -- now that I'm no longer driving 12 miles to Ft Belvoir, I need to make it smaller or colder in the morning, so I'm not having to gulp it down in the parking lot. Burning my tongue).
Also coming to realize that I no longer have easy access to a commissary or the ability to take a big load of clothes to the cleaners, but on the flipside, our bank is right there in the building, as is a barber shop and drug store, which DTRA didn't have.
Finally made it to the gym this morning, and it hasn't really changed in three years. I even recognized some of the janitors. Gonna have to try and see when the spinning classes are, if the wrist can take it.
I did a Staff Summary Sheet today. Haven't done that in years!