Good question. I’m in the middle of preparing to depart Mother Rucker for the Intellectual Center of Nowhere, known as Fort Leavenworth. My own version of Hell is populated by endless levy briefings where they tell me everything I don’t need to know (about how to PCS to Germany) and nothing that I really do need to know (how to arrange for household goods pick up).
Aces.
So, between the levy briefs and clearing papers and the thrill of that last push to the end of my doctrine writing days (plus an APART thrown in for good measure), I’m off the net. If it makes you feel better, imagine me tooling around Sadr City in my trusty aircraft. Or you can imagine me toiling away at my desk in the Penthouse, slaving through chapter after chapter of aviation doctrine for my ruthless task masters.
More realistically, I’ll be chilling on Irish’s porch, discussing with her and Chicago the benefits of a pair of totally awesome 4 inch stilettos from Miu Miu.
Wish me luck. I’ll be back just as soon as they turn on the light at the end of the PCS tunnel… which I imagine happens after I turn in my clearing papers.
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