I was doing fine most of the morning -- sure my husband was leaving, but I saw him off from the my bed this morning half asleep with my eyes closed without crying really at all (the sleeping helped with the not being emotional). I was fine, that is, until he called me just to talk one more time before he falls off the face of the planet.
That was such a sweet thought ... but it ruined my composure.
By the time I got off work the only thing that was going to Save The Day was 1/2 hour in the park and, more importantly, 1 1/2 miles in the pool.
Flashback: other than cheapish groceries, the Army's only saving grace in my book is the free, clean pools.
Obviously they are hell bent on making me hate them as much as possible ... because though I planned my swim around the Fort Lewis pool schedule, when I got there they were closed for ROTC training, another pool was closed and the third only had two lanes open for lap swimming -- that's right, two lanes servicing the whole base. I didn't even bother going over.
I thought the Air Force would be there for me if the Army wasn't, but no -- their pool was closed too.
And now I'm royally pissed, mad at the Army and finding my only solace in a box of Wheat Thins.
(i hate the army)
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