Home Alone

Isaac is gone this weekend in Ft. Belvoir. He has an overnight stay to do battlefield drill, whatever that means. I think he has to do some sort of artillery training and camp out in the woods. All I know is that he sent me a text at 10:08am saying that he was "On 95 in hummer." I take that to mean that he was bopping up and down in the backseat hanging on to his knapsack for dear life.

I'm really proud of him. He is a fearless soldier (regardless of an actual deployment anywhere). Every time I see him in that camouflage getup it makes me well up. I know what he went through took guts, courage, and endurance of pain. At least it's not raining so that he doesn't get soaked inside the tent tonight.

I am home alone sitting on the porch, sipping a marg, listening to The Fray, and typing to you. It reminds me of the days when he was gone at boot camp. He is leaving again in June for two weeks to go to Seattle for more training.

It has been a rough few months here in the NOVA MP life. Work is a killer. I don't think I can take any more reorgs or alignments or staff changes. Enough is enough for pete's sake and for some reason, my commute has upped from 1:15hrs to 1:45hrs EACH WAY. Maybe it is because I have been leaving at 6:30a instead of 6a, but it shouldn't make THAT much of a difference. I love working in Ballston, but gimme a break. At least when I got to work from home 2 days a week it was something to look forward to relaxation-wise. Now it's 5 days a week up and down 66. And that, my friends, is a nightmare. It only helps if you leave at, say 5a. Anyway, "no more silos and more collaboration" is what they say. I guess I don't really have a choice. I'm lucky to have a job.

I just can't wait till 5/28. FLORIDA! I am so looking forward to Sarasota and a time for the Springs (I hope).