It is quiet here early in the morning. Just the occasional bird as I sit looking out the living room window vs hundreds of shrieking starlings deafening me in a walk down Disney. I can’t even hear traffic, much less fighter jets screaming off the runway at Bagram or Kandahar.
I can sit in the living room by myself looking out the large window to the patio. Imagine, windows instead of covered with plywood and sealed against the dust. The ability to see out – and see the sun.
Instead of going to the DFAC I got to follow my nose. One cupboard near the sink is one of those corner carousel units. Never knew so many bags of potatoes grow sprouts could be fit on the shelves, tucked between rice cookers, woks, waffle irons and other kitchen appliances. If I am really brave – tomorrow I will take on the fridge.
No need to leave the house to eat or use a telephone. Shower just down the hall that it is not shut down for cleaning from 1500-1730 every day. Wait – that might not be a good thing – means that I am the one who is going to have to accomplish the cleaning.
And, in the morning I am going to have to tackle the military world. Drive a car for the first time since Sept. Collect up mail, attempt to get my orders straightened out, figure out what comes next in my life.
Such a small list. What will I do on Tuesday?