Now it feels like work
5am Monday I got up to get my clothes on, get out the door, and join the silent khakis & blue-jacketed troops on the shuttle bus from the airport remote parking to the terminal. A few focused on their blackberries and strawberries and iphones on the short trip, and I took a breath and wondered to myself how this week would play out.
I've been shipped to Albuquerue NM to do an installation that should only take 20 hours or so, but circumstances might make it stretch out to the end of the week, given that I have to have an escort with me, and, well, they have to throw me out of the building if they want to have a classified meeting. That stretches the time. Fortunately, there's a library on Kirtland AFB that has some wireless signal for me to catch email, rather than having to run to Starbucks to get an overpriced coffee with too much milk just so I could verify things with the mother ship. Having misread the opening hours of the library though, this morning I'm standing out in front of it basking in the sun, using the signal, and listening to Revillie being played. They still do that.
Its nice being here without a lot of the familial obligations that always came with a visit. Flights were good, weather is excellent, and the ever changing sky stretching westward is something to marvel from the high point of the city against the Sandias. It should be a mostly quiet week; I got to catch up with my friend Dominick last night as he invited me by for some leftover homecooked italian food, and tonight I'm going to catch up with my Dad's youngest brother at the UNM basketball game. I've not been keen on watching basketball, but its something to do and back in a few dusty recesses of my mind I recall watching Albuquerque Dukes games with my uncle as a kid. I'm looking forward to gooey nachos and a loud game.
PT started just down the way. Maybe I should go do some pushups.
I've been shipped to Albuquerue NM to do an installation that should only take 20 hours or so, but circumstances might make it stretch out to the end of the week, given that I have to have an escort with me, and, well, they have to throw me out of the building if they want to have a classified meeting. That stretches the time. Fortunately, there's a library on Kirtland AFB that has some wireless signal for me to catch email, rather than having to run to Starbucks to get an overpriced coffee with too much milk just so I could verify things with the mother ship. Having misread the opening hours of the library though, this morning I'm standing out in front of it basking in the sun, using the signal, and listening to Revillie being played. They still do that.
Its nice being here without a lot of the familial obligations that always came with a visit. Flights were good, weather is excellent, and the ever changing sky stretching westward is something to marvel from the high point of the city against the Sandias. It should be a mostly quiet week; I got to catch up with my friend Dominick last night as he invited me by for some leftover homecooked italian food, and tonight I'm going to catch up with my Dad's youngest brother at the UNM basketball game. I've not been keen on watching basketball, but its something to do and back in a few dusty recesses of my mind I recall watching Albuquerque Dukes games with my uncle as a kid. I'm looking forward to gooey nachos and a loud game.
PT started just down the way. Maybe I should go do some pushups.
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