2006-01-05 - 3:46 p.m.
David's been gathering up supplies to send ahead to Afghanistan. They send most of their equipment and supplies by ship, so it has to be shipped ahead of time. Because of this, he's been working late this week. Last night, I made dinner and read the rest of a book. I reflected that in a few weeks, that would be my routine. Not that I'm going to have much choice in the matter - he's going, and that's that.
This will be the third (no, fourth) deployment since we met. We met back in 2002, after he returned from Kosovo. After five months, he was sent to Afghanistan. He got home in June 2003, then went to Honduras in March 2004, and to Iraq in August. He got back in June. Eight months is all I get, I guess. He would have been home until December, but he changed battalions, and they were on a different schedule. It's okay, the other one is going back to Iraq. Afghanistan ain't exactly safe, but it's better than Iraq.
I don't really lie awake at night worrying about him, but I do think about what might happen. Chuck C. said worrying is praying for the negative, so I don't dwell on it. I try to avoid pointless suffering, daymares, and imaginary drama, if I can help it.
I am glad that we're living on post - I really like this house. Next week, we'll get our fence, so Dolly won't have to hang out in the house. I'll still take her for walks - I just won't need to drive home at lunchtime to let her out to pee. (Hey, I wouldn't want to wait eight hours to go, would you?) These days, David lets her out, but that won't be an option in March.
Boy, everything just keeps getting back to that, doesn't it?
