Like it never happened
Have you ever fallen asleep on the couch, one lazy Sunday morning, to wake up when it’s dark? You had plans for the day, but now things were closed and the specter of wage-earning activities loomed overhead.
That’s sort of what happened to February. There weren’t any exciting dreams during the “nap.” There weren’t any jarring noises that eventually woke me up. It was just there–March…into the second week, like it was hours ago.
I did have small urges to write about the past little bit, like those shallow slumber periods where you remember opening your eyes; but my numbed mind decided to drift again and the calendar turned.
I finished the first phase of my staff sergeant school, termed BNCOC for the initiated (Basic Non-Commissioned Officer Course for those not). You know? I’m not going to talk about it. I will say that I really was sleeping through life on many levels in the time I’ve been away.
Phase two begins at the end of this month. That should promise to be much more interesting, as we are to learn more about our militant journalistic enterprise rather than basic military knowledge. I’ll be attending said course with none other than uber peep Finch, featured at right.
So now that I’ve stretched and yawned a few times, how are things? Did the guests all go home?