Searching For Lost Time

Busy, busy, busy...

My internet service provider failed to provide me with service for the past three days, so even if I had time to blog, I would have had to leave the comfort of home and travel to McDonalds, or Starbucks, or some other free Wi-Fi spot. Grr, the frustration of paying for service that is not delivered!

At last, Comcast has gotten their act together again, so here I sit, in bed at 11:25 p.m.with my laptop open, and a little trepidation about the fact that I need to be up at 0520 tomorrow morning to be able to get ready in time to leave for work at 0600. I wonder: what can I crank out that will allow me to summarize the past few days, but still allow me enough rest to overcome what seems to me to be a case of pharyngitis - I think I managed to scratch my throat with a potato chip, or a rough piece of toast, or something along those lines, and (probably due to stress, and lack of sleep) now have a painful time swallowing. The glands on each side of my neck are tender to the touch, so that tells me that my immune system is trying to deal with something. I don't know if I picked up a virus at the restaurant on Saturday, or whatnot, but it is annoying.

I have been running back and forth between the local Navy Recruitment stations in order to process a re-enlistment, as I am seeking to enter the U.S. Navy Reserve program, which will pay me a modest sum of money monthly and various benefits, including money for college. Yesterday, after work, I passed a Navy typing test with the highest grade I could get, and then signed up for a membership with a local gym - I need an extra place to be sure that I can get a shower and shave, in the event that I need to occasionally overnight somewhere in my car, seeing as Becca is technically making me homeless. Between doing this business of to-and-fro with the Navy and work, and two nights of night school each week, and homework along with a pending divorce, I really have been struggling to get as much sleep as I would like. I need to slow down.

Becca and I will move into separate abodes as of this coming Saturday.

I am caught somewhere between the feelings of relief and shock.

I am in limbo, and it feels weird.