Finally, the last brief of the day rolls around. It is slotted to end at 1530. This was determined to be a lie as I continued to fidget in my seat well past 1600. The sweet taste of freedom comes in the flavor of blazing hot sun on your masked face walking down the sidewalk. It's only a quarter mile walk so it's not that bad. In AIT the walk to the classroom was in excess of a mile depending on where class was that day.
I change and walk to the pull up bars while talking with my wife about houses and the kids. I do a few pull ups and push ups before walking to the DFAC. Dinner is fish, rice, and cauliflower. I combine the fish with two pieces of whole wheat bread to make a bland sandwich that isn't that bad. Then again, my "not bad" when it comes to food is a normal person's borderline disgust. I'm not picky when it comes to food; I just want lots of it.
I walk and talk with my wife for about a mile's worth before she has to put the kids to bed. I like walking. I like walking for no reason. It's a rather simplistic exploration exercise for me I think. I like to walk to places I've never been or shouldn't be. I like to walk places I've been many times before to see if it's still the same or notice something new. I did this all the time when I was living by myself to kill the time and get the blood flowing. After my walk I take a shower and plop down to talk with my wife and hunt for a rental in College Station. It's hard. The prices aren't great, these houses are on the market for only a few hours sometimes and we are across the country just trying to make calls to realtors. It doesn't help we are in a different time zone either. The deck is stacked against is, but I'm confident we can beat the house. As in beat the house into taking our money every month to live there.
I retire to sleep finally. I find it quickly tonight. As you can tell, I am writing this from a day ahead. I don't have the capability to update in real time. Maybe in the future when Elon Musk's neuro-link is up I can update this on a semi-daily basis. Then again, who's to say blogging will be relevant in that sort of technological era? The implications for that technology are beyond comprehension. Then again, why do physical bookstores exist in an age where almost every book can be bought hard copy? Is it humanity trying to hold onto a nostalgic moment in time when books were all we had? For me it's for of the feeling of a book. The pages, the cover art, the occasional crinkled page, and the smell of an old novel as you open it up. I wish I could experience that more. I wish I had 6 more hours between 1900 and 2200. Even if I did, I'm sure the Army would try and mandate it for more work!