Not really. I’ve been deployed to a super-secret location
for two weeks of training. I don’t want
to go, but it’s required for my work.
I’m posting today because when I
get home tonight I have to finish packing and double check my list to make sure
I don’t forget anything.
I’ve had to take a day of
vacation in order to arrive at my best friend’s home three hours away from
where I live to drop my little fur kid, Sophie, off. She will be staying with my friend while I’m
in training. I’m going to miss her terribly.
Sunday morning, I’ll hit the road
in order to arrive at the super-secret location by 3:00PM to check in and
receive my dorm assignment.
This is going to be like “prison”
for me. Believe me, when they issued a
103-page booklet of rules and regulations and a clearly stated curfew time of
10:00PM, this ain’t gonna be no fun. No
fraternization, no guests in your dorm room.
Meh.
Thankfully, I’m driving my own
personal vehicle. Others who will be
attending this training are being flown in.
The only free time allotted will
be on the weekend.
I won’t be taking my laptop with
me because the Internet provided at this super-secret location will almost
certainly be heavily monitored and since I’m a devout conservative my views
could gin up trouble for me. I’ll have
none of that.
After my two-week “imprisonment”
I’ll head back to my friend’s home, spend a day or two there to decompress and
then Sophie and I will head back home.
I wish I could snap my fingers
and make these next two weeks go faster.
Anyway, as I travel down the
highways and byways of America, I will enjoy the freedom before my life becomes
someone else’s for those dreaded two weeks.
I’m gonna miss posting. I hope everyone out there, all three of you,
who visit here from time to time won’t abandon me.
I’m told that the “prison” has
cable TV and movies that can be checked out of the media center. I’ll still have my Smartphone with me so I can
check out the Intertoobs and try to keep up with the “oceans of tomorrow”.
Take care guys. See you back here in two weeks.
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