Awake, but not quite

Ahh, back in the office. It's good to be surrounded by the stability of concrete, again. I once thrived on the excitement of what may lie around the next corner; gunshots ringing, heart racing, will I make it home to see my family again. Now, it's gunshots ringing, stomach sinking, who will I find that'll never make it home to see their kids again. Something stable about concrete.

I remember my father coming home from business trips. We were excited to see him, we'd say our hello's, he'd give gifts, then off to school with us. My kids never seem to have received the same memo. We say our hello's, they ask for stories, I give gifts, they ask for more stories, we'd eat breakfast, they'd ask for more stories. I need to get to work, they ask me to drive them to school while I tell more stories. Then, they're late for school, I'm late for work, and we've all have a great time. Damn, when did kids get to be so much fun?

Trip came in under budget. Don't play as much as I once did, and the other mediators in the office don't like it when I undercut their trips. Know I'm going to catch a ration of shit for this one.

Finished the sections for chapter 4 last night. Should be submitted for senate review by next week. Jess likes the theory, but doesn't like my approach. She'd rather I run it under another profile, like the Peace Corps. But, I'm holding out for another branch of the military.

Meetings, meetings. I'll get back later.