Free bird is playing in the admin shop.
A fly came into the office.
I sent a reservist out to Iraq this morning.
He's glad for the break from school.
He just began a relationship and is worried about what kind of leadership he
will be working for.
No fear of death, just of being maimed. Typical of Marines.
My desk is a mess. Piles of unrelated projects.
To busy to get any one thing done.
Most of the Company is out for the annual training season.
I selfishly miss them as I get tasked with things way outside of my box.
Low intensity chaos.
This is the day.
I wonder, is there a funeral tasker coming down the pipe?
A call came in.
More gear coming soon.
We'll actually get to train with what we fight with.
That's a pleasant turn.
Time to balance things out, stave off the entropy.
Where is that thunderstorm?