4 September 2005 – Sunday, 22:30
I’m sitting in my room with Kevlar and flak on because of a “Code Red.” I’m not sure if it is a drill or for real. I’d gone to the phone center again tonight, left two messages for Mom and Dad and two for Mike then got through to Rachel. I was only on the phone for five minutes with her before the Code Red alarms went off.
So, I came to work this morning and had a long, nice email from Mike waiting for me. I wrote him a very long email back with only the last paragraph explaining I had been feeling hurt because I hadn’t heard much from him all week. I hope he receives my comments with understanding and love, and not anger or defensiveness. It’s just that time really passes slowly out here and it had been days (since Monday his time) since I’d gotten more than the two-liner apology from him Wednesday/Thursday. He has internet at his house…he couldn’t even type something up Friday after work? Anyway, I pray that I’m saying/doing what I should and that Mike will be sympathetic and understanding.
I got another so-so night’s sleep, so was a bit tired today. I went for a long, early morning walk with Patrick, showered, went to work, chow, and worked all day. I learned even more today and feel pretty good about things.
Oh, it turns out the Code Red was real. I’ll probably find out more about that at work tomorrow.
Anyway, it was a decent day today. I’m thankful to be alive. I’m tired and it’s time for bed now though.
|this is my Code Red face|
5 Sept 05 – 21:30, Monday