I would like to say that I am comfortably lounging as remediation from my 90-hour week, but that would be a lie. Some sadist put me "on call" the Monday after the Disaster Recovery exercise, which wasn't as bad as also requiring the infrequent 0700 Monday morning production refreshes this morning. So here I sit.
I would like to report that both my parents are home and resting comfortably - my brother procured a hospital bed for my father and set him up in the living room, and the friends my kids were staying with in Anna while I worked are now here in Newton with me. Saturday I drive to Guthrie, Oklahoma to return them, then school starts.
I haven't exercised in a week.
Though I did smoke an Arturo Fuente natural-shade Hemmingway while gulping real, from over-the-border Mexican tequila directly over ice while standing adjacent both the grill and the smoker in already 100+ degree temperatures readying something like six pounds of various meats and peppers for the coming week yesterday. No, its not really a surprise I have a headache, but I have to wonder where the time goes?
While I did slumber 10-hours last night I had restless, uneasy dreams about trying to take a commercial flight to a war zone - something which took several hours to accomplish, it was all very frustrating in the airport trying to find a travel agent and a place to check in - I was either back in uniform or a member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit from Criminal Minds. Maybe both. There was a lot of dismemberment. I was a sniper who did my job unemotionally, but the fallout from everyone else's reactions disturbed me, as did the wanton violence of the dismemberment. There was really no need for any of that.
I couldn't begin to imagine what the rest of my week will look like.