If you can find 'em - grind 'em.NPR; bleh - shift to DMS on the iPod; better.
A wispy clutter of Fall's first leaves; nice: I like Fall.
I like this neighborhood.
School traffic not bad.
One more day of gas in the tank.
No Interstate. I like no Interstate.
Front Gate. What a great Front Gate. Remember the '90s; clapped out Old Gate - unguarded at an operational base.
SECDEF Cohen. Food trough. Dancing on the Big E. Harumph.
Top of hour. Back to NPR. Dum, de, Dum, de, Dum, Dum, Dum. Dum, de, Dum, de, Dum, Dum, DUM. Masochist.
Thank goodness I shifted almost all to cash last Spring. Sleeping well.
All praise Kaltbaum (PBUH). Got me through the DotCom bust - got me through this one.
Good parking this AM.
What a beautiful morning.
I should have run this AM.
Pad, pad, pad; Salute; pad, pad; "morning Chief;" pad, pad, pad, pad; Salute; morning. Step, step, step, howdy, step.
Pad, pad, pad, pad; door; badge; door - sigh, pivot.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
Morning, morning, morning. Door. Light.
Blinking red light.
Coffee cup.
Pad, pad, morning, pad.
Wipe, wipe, wipe.
Coffee. Cream.
Pad, pad, pad, morning, pad.
Thanks. Got it.
Morning. Inbox.
Blinking red light.
Coffee sloshed on desk. Potty mouth.
Red button, mute; "Cr@p."
Left, left, left, left, left; a good year for short-haired chicks.
Visit that year a couple of times; I was a good defensive end.
Visit Pop Warner once; my last year without responsibility.
Zero; click; shift; clunk.
Sigh. Tough nut to the top of the box.
Red blinking light.
Mmmmm ... ech. Forgot sugar again; deal with it.
Old chair; deal with it.
Leaves. Halloween; home this year - happy girls. Fun.
Leaves. Full hunting season at last.
No excuses this year. Baby sitter early this time.
Champagne.
Red blinking light.
Red button; green button; Microsoft, harumph.
What family gets Thanksgiving; which one Christmas?
Weekend with only Mrs. Salamander; no excuses this year.
Red blinking light.
Sigh. Stare. Veg.
Do I really need something sweet in my coffee?
CTRL-ALT-DEL. Me-NiceWeaponSystem-No.
I do like sweet coffee; I'm still thin as I was at 25; ok 30.
Ungh; idiot. Piano tuner.
Red blinking light.
Untangle; press; tap, tap, tap, tap.
Yawn. I need something sweet in my coffee.
Tap, tap. Yawn.
Phib, Chunk. I need you to call me before noon today, your time, at DSN 867-5309. If I don't hear from you by 0900, I'll call your cell.Cell in the car Chunk. Good luck with that.
Tap, tap; clank.
Cr@p; surrender.
Thumpa-thump. Thumpa-thump. Breathe.
That was short.
Yep, I need something sweet in my coffee.
Tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap, tap.
I need to buy and espresso machine for the office, something that can steam milk too. Cappuccino. Yum.
"Chunk, Phib - good morning. What can I do for you?"
"Sorry for the short notice, but ......""Yep....I have....sure...yep...fairly extensive...easy to do....we'll deal with it...how much flexibility to the right...how firm is the far end...that's all...what happened....huh...when do you need to hear back...don't bother, I'll take care of it...how long until its firm...no kidding...ok...yep...no problem...yep...17-1800...not your fault Chunk ... see 'ya."
Tap, sigh, tap.
No light.
I'll tell her after the kids go to bed-Nothing I am doing here can't be done by others-It is time; not unexpected-I need more coffee-I need new boots.
Pre-deployment checklist; shot card. Ungh.
Too early for hunting. Another holiday season. Kids are solid. Mrs. Salamander was a born Navy Wife.
Yep, the question is; can a Salamander survive in an arid environment?
My turn for Skippy's favorite set of orders. Not a short one - not a long one; call me a gap-filler. A few months to once again put my modest skills in an modest job to enable greater men and women to do theirs.
Having niche skills is nice, but makes it hard to hide when the scramble is on and others are giving so much more than you are; but I'm not in this to hide am I? No; it is time. Not expected this time; but it is time.
What for the blog? Well, in addition to a quickening that includes Army training and all that good stuff, I won't be blogg'n about where I am going or what I am doing anyway. Don't worry though, I won't be going cold-iron either; just for the next few months it may get spotty. Expect the same old Salamander workings here - but remember I am a one Sailor show. I see long days, a lot of time on the road as I get a few months prep work done in a few days, and small IP pipes for a few months.
You might see a FbF or SF from 2005 repeated now and then - and you will know why. No big deal really, I almost never blog about exactly what I do - so the same smattering of goodies will be here. Besides the odd quite day or two when I just can't get online; you probably won't know the difference. A couple of good things though; a little tax free time and I won't have to worry about what to wear during the weekends. And a request for my spies; please keep your emails to text-only until I give you a thumbs up sometime next year.
Bad thing, I need to find someone to take care of the leaves. I'll be back in time for the grass to start growing at speed though.
Army training on how to make sure a Sailor isn't a danger to himself and others. Harumph - I'm getting too old for this stuff. Hey, it could be Marine training.
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