Dare I Ask What Next?

“The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.”
-William Shakespeare, Othello

Dear Adversary,

You are good, I’ll give you that. You have been playing ping-pong with my nerves the last week. Deploying (in 9 days), not deploying. Deploying (in 6 days), not deploying. Deploying (in ? days)… and now “hold for possible stand-down.”

And then I was promised that I’d know for sure by end of business today. It’s 530pm PST and I still haven’t heard anything. This would be so much easier if Huzzy wasn’t currently deployed because I wouldn’t have to worry about finding and letting a stranger into our house to watch our dogs. But you knew that… that’s why you are playing your games at this very moment.

I have three escapes in this world: books, my computer and TV. In the last 36 hours, you’ve systematically taken out two of them. You can’t fully take away books because there are libraries around. But that takes effort and seeing people, which I don’t feel like doing.

You can stop now. I believe I’ve shown that I have patience. But it’s beginning to wear as thin as the hair on the heads of the members of the Hair Club For Men. Maybe thinner.

Oh, and I had my hair cut short when I was thinking I was being deployed. That way I didn’t have to hedge my bets on a ship’s barber 1/2 way through. It’s WAY shorter than planned. Really short hair looks good on lots of people. Not me. I look like a boy. And not a cute one. Oh, and add in pimples. ‘Cause stress likes to do that to me.

Are we done yet?

-Wifey