Hanging On

39 days.  As of today, that's how many working days I have left here at Holloman.  That's not counting my 5 days of outprocessing, that's just days I have left in clinic doing my job.  I found out this week that I won't be getting my two full months of terminal leave that had been promised to me for the last 6 months; instead I'll be getting half that, so we are stuck here until May 31st.  And I should feel lucky that I'm getting that, so I'm told.  And that additional leave that I had saved up-forget about using it, the Air Force will be glad to 'buy it back'; after taxing it first, of course. 

I have much more to say about my time here and the people I've worked with and for, but I'm saving that book post for a little later on. 

I lead with the above just to say please pray for me.  Pray that I make it through the next three months of what has become a very malignant working environment; pray that I keep my spirits up; pray that I can leave work at work and come home each night and enjoy my family; pray that I can keep my cool and just ride the storm out. 

And now, so this post won't be a total bummer, let's take a look at what makes everything I do put up with worthwhile.

Saturday morning naps

 Mommy's Little Helper

Having fun at White Sands National Park

 

Until next time, cheers!