1) Too many projects. I've got a laundry list of details to do with the house, and no time, organization, or starting point. Sound like an earlier post? Yeah, well, I still haven't learned the art of completing details.
2) Time away from Alison. I gathered a team to complete in the exhausting and challenging Bulldog Challenge at the Citadel yesterday. Combine that with having to work this afternoon, and it feels like I haven't seen my wife all weekend.
3) Days Go By. On Tuesday a new guy asked what I did prior to this tour. He assumed I was about 33 and prior-enlisted. Am I looking old? Do I just project an 'experienced' persona? If the former is true, am I still attractive to Alison?
And this last number is the cunundrum all of us face in different levels. Ever wake up and stand in front of the mirror thinking, "damn, I wish I had a new face." Or atleast had some different physical qualities? Why do we do that? Because we're not on TV. Not in a magazine. Never going to be. For the most part, I don't feel like that often at all. But when someone assumes your old, and you get your butt kicked by youngsters during a 7.5 mile sandbag run, one wonders: Have I lost my edge?
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