Welcome, I think.

I'm glad to welcome you to this experiment into the unknown world of blogspace with me.
I'll attempt to be forthcoming (or fifthcoming, if it's been a hard day) with just what's up with me.
Here.
At Ft. Hood, TX
Imagine that!
Last time I was on an Army base I had slightly less hair ( they gave me my choice of haircuts, i.e. white-wall sides with 1/8th inch on top or white-wall sides with a white-wall top), and it was darker. Looing at my bald spot it's hard to imagine less hair, hunh? Now I admit to being kinda smug about having sides that are touching my ears even thoug the white-wall top is getting to be a natural phenomina these days. Oh, and the gray color is a giveaway that I'm not a new recruit if they hadn't noticed the loose skin haning under my chin.
That was Ft. Campbell, KY., where the accents of most of those in charge seemed to be related to what I'm hearing around here quite a bit. Maybe it's so that the soldiers have a sense of being in a foreign land. Pretty foreign to me, anyway, yall.
I just finished my first week on the job. It was pretty much, "Oh, hey. You're the new guy. Ready for a client? And, by the way, we've scheduled you for a Briefing tomorrow at 1400hrs, there's a mandatory staffing with Jim the supervisor at 1200hrs, don't forget to bring your completed invoice to be signed by the POC, and, what?, you haven't filled out the New Provider paperwork yet.
And so forth.
Really.
It's Saturday. I'm grateful for the break. I did manage to begin to feel that there was bits of solid ground avaiable here and there and even to expand that into finding the same salad bar for lunch two days in a row.
I'm put up in a quite nice Marriott suite and spent a few hours shopping for food to cook in room where the facilities include full refrigeration, stove, microwave, and of course, the all-important tv/vcr with 4,723 satalite stations providing all the angry "town hall" screaming, informertials, and (thank god), Comedy Central, that I can stand.
Anwyay, it's six o'clock (that would be 2700hrs or something), I'm hungry, don't know how this day slipped this far away. So, it's time to go cook something I bought today, drink a glass of some central neverous system depressant, and look at the TV, preferably after I've turned it on.
I'm doing better than I was and I always seem to have to go through this kind of emotional "sound barrier" before I realize again that "wherever I go, there I am" and in this moment, I'm good.
Questions?
Over....
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