Rough

Rough day.  Various unrelated things are putting a lot of pressure on me, not the least of which is whether or not I'll be able to go home any time next month.  The weather is making it worse.  It doesn't help when your really angry that you keep nearly falling out of your chair, or your coffee slides out of reach and sloshes over recently completed paperwork.  It's like somebody jabbing you repeatedly with a pencil and you can't make it stop.  Normally, I treat even hurricanes with little more than mild disdain, but when I'm angry?  Fucking waves just push me over the edge.

I haven't looked, but being Sunday means there's a drill after my shift.  That means I have a choice of working out, or eating-not both.  Given the weather, I'll bet it's an abandon-ship drill. In an hour, I'll be dressed up in a gumby suit, stumbling around on a heaving deck, contemplating taking the drill one step further and swimming for shore...

Peace, peace, peace, peace....