We’re having a Heat Wave. It’s really hot here, as you may have seen on the news. I haven’t mentioned it before, because then I’d have to think about it and I’d like to remain in my air conditioned denial. Yesterday when I checked the weather in Colorado Springs, it was 43 degrees cooler there. Forty-three degrees. That’s so wrong, there ought to be a law. But we’ll be there soon enough. I’m certain my arrival will set off the hottest summer on record.
So yes, we’re moving and our time in the Army is coming to an end. My husband found out that once he had his retirement physical, he was not allowed to take anymore PT tests. He thought he had one last one coming up, but no, the Army is afraid he’ll hurt himself during that last test and would owe him more disability. So no more PT tests. He can now let himself get fat and flabby like the rest of us.
It dawned on me last week that even though we will not leave DC until the first week in July, that our packers will come the 3rd week of June. That’s a whole two weeks earlier than I was mentally prepared for. I’d like to say that I’m ready, but I’m not. I will probably stay in denial again, until the weekend before packing out. At which point I will run around like a crazy woman, trying to get things done. Should be fun.