I’m feeling better. A little less reluctant. A little more confident. Though my eating is out of control still, which may be masking the bulk of my anxiety.
I can’t wait until I can stop tagging my entries with ‘deployment’. How sad is it that he hasn’t even left yet.
So M flies into the Capital tomorrow around dinner time. I’m banking on Harvey’s for dinner. Then crash out in the hotel, watch some TV, have some sexin’, sleep.
I’ve arranged with a photographer to meet us in the Capital. I asked M earlier about pictures of us and he said we’d do it ourselves. I told him the other day that would require a tripod, a remote and photo editing software. This photographer is from the base, will meet us in the Capital, and will give us a CD of fully edited pictures which we can print as big or as many as we want. So, hello Christmas Presents for the family. Haha. I’m excited, since it means we’ll have good pictures of us instead of M always making his eyes cross in pictures taken by friends, or me. Goof.
We’ll head back to base some time on Friday. Saturday and maybe even Sunday he has to go into work to finish up paperwork, or something, and then Monday he hops the bus to the Capital again to fly…
I wonder how long it will take him to contact me.
Feeling a little better about him going over. Feeling a little better about me ‘being left behind’. Hah. Not that I’d want to go where he’s going.
Oh, and work sucks. Since we won the contract, it seems each and every one of us is going to get fucked when the new contract is implemented sometime around December 1st. I asked M last night via text if I could quit, work at Home Depot and part time at Tim Horton’s. Haha. He said, “do what you’ve gotta do”. When I mentioned money, he said, “stick it out. This time next year you can be studying to become an electrician.”
We’ll see…
Tonight, cross-fit, cleaning, dyeing my hair, and a walk with J5.
h&v
