Want to sleep

This whole day has already just been more than I’m willing to take. Retirements, bioterror, going to Condition Red, pending war. I ended up walking out of a presentation on strategic planning because it was just too much (in fairness to myself, I’d seen it before); it seemed like something from another time, and something almost unrelated to what I’m doing today. But I miss it. (There was even an aside about how we may be sick of the phrase “do more with less.” Yes. Yes, we are. Quite sick of it.) I miss being able to think about what I do, and having some degrees of freedom in our responses. I also miss my frequent flyer status (a victim of budget and a general no-enjoying-yourself edict) although it’s mostly meaningless when you don’t get to fly jets anymore — 19-seaters pretty much get boarded all at once, and my skates don’t fit in the overhead. When there is one.
Bitch, bitch, bitch. I just want to go home today.