The little bastards did it, they made a liar out of me.
Last night, in my Fourth of July post, I noted that we hadn’t been treated to a fireworks display by the Taliban. Wouldn’t you know it, around 2:30 AM, the fireworks started, accompanied by base-wide alarms and the Big Voice telling us to shelter in place. I found out about it this morning. Apparently, the NCOIC went everyone’s room to do his accountability check, but the Lunesta let me sleep through both the IDF attack and a sergeant banging on my door. Later this morning, I sheepishly told him about my insomnia and the medication that puts me in a coma for six hours every night, so now he’ll understand why he can’t roust me.
Something I forgot to mention yesterday ... I finally shaved of the goatee. Got tired of being the "graybeard" of DIA Systems. And as I looked at the whiskers coming off my face, I realized yet again that I truly WAS the graybeard, figuratively and literally. Here's a current pic of me, sans beard, with the roast we cooked yesterday.
I’m still getting kudos for yesterday’s rib-eye roast. And I’m still amazed at my dumb-ass luck in getting it properly done (and not overcooked) using a little bit of educated guesswork. It’s got me all fired up to go home and do some real cooking, with real ingredients and real equipment and utensils.
Which reminds me … I’ll be catching a flight out of here in about 38 days. Not that I’m counting or anything.
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