11 January 2009

T Minus Eight Hours

Shouldn't we be sleeping? No, I don't think we could.

Still living in the moment, enjoying it. Still not freaked out.

I crunched some financial numbers and ended up going through the emotional wringer, but that has passed. Nothing that can be done about it right now.

It helps that he's not going straight to the Depot (or wherever the first phase happens), and won't even be there till after I've landed in TN and am in my own unfamiliar world (though a much friendlier one).

I can feel the reality of boot camp at the edges... just beyond my peripheral vision, lurking in the wings. Don't really want to focus on that right now. I prefer to focus on dinner, snuggles, a little sleep, and kissing him goodbye in... just over seven hours.

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