It is not that I don’t want to admit that the days, weeks, months, and years are passing. (The Clock Ticks on – Blackmore’s Night) I know that time presses on and that I am getting older. It is just that I don’t always like having it be obviously right in my face.
It was one thing to run into an aviation doc and realize that in 1993 she was a medic in my Heidelberg ER or that the BDE Surgeon for the CAV was an ops officer working for me back in Bosnia. It is quite another to be sitting around the table at Friday night services and have to acknowledge that the bald MAJ across the table talking about his children is someone you remember as a 2LT back in Wuerzburg.
It was a night for reflection anyway. I wasn’t the only one straggling in, tired from a long week. Our civilian who usually served as cantor redeployed unexpectedly this week. The resulting lack of melody line was pretty noticeable. Two of our NCOs are redeploying this coming week. It may well affect our ability to field a minyan.
And then today
A planned couple of hours at my desk turned into most of the day. Catching up on email turned out to be a major deal made even more irritating by not being able to go spend time with my newly arrived paperbacks and audiobooks.
I think I will go wind some wool….