Yes, I am saying this is a week with two, count ’em, two Mondays. Now when I was a working in an office/barracks/hospital/combat zone woman, one Monday in a week was more than enough. Thank you very much. If I had one of those rare, for me, postings which consisted of more Monday-Friday duties than anything else, Monday was the start of a new work week. It was a time where all the senior officers were being unreasonable about all the dreams and fantasies that they had had over the weekend which had been ignored by the rest of us who refused to deal with non-emergencies on the weekend.

When deployed, Monday was the day where we started getting hammered once again from all the stateside people who seemed to have nothing better to do with their time but dream up new requests, reports and information needs all weekend. All wanting answered by their close of business – never mind that we had already hit the end of the duty day prior to the start of theirs. On the plus side – there were no where near as many “Monday Morning Flu” cases in the deployed areas. Where General Order #1 is effect, if you are stupid enough to drink you are generally smart enough to not get a hang-over that impedes your duties and gets you caught.

Where was I? Oh, yes. On the Explorer of the Seas where I spent a nice day with friends, accomplished only a small bit more on the cross stitch –

attended a lovely dinner put on by the Crown & Anchor rep and prepared myself for dealing with all the electronic issues in the morning with the date reset.

(and yes the publication time is wonky – 2233 on the FIRST of the 2 Mays…)