It lifted me up where I belong.

Dear friends,

Starting tomorrow, I begin a grueling five-day stretch of work that starts before 8:00 am and ends at 10:00 pm or later each day. If my name were Zack Mayo, I’d call it “survival training.”  But since I’m not an officer’s candidate, I’ll have to call it by its real name: Leadership Week. No matter what you call it, by the time it’s over, the week will be screaming in my face — all Sargeant Foley-like — saying “Don’t you be eyeballin’ me girl!”

I hope I survive. [whimper]

I hope I don’t freak out and nearly drown in the dunk tank like Officer Candidate Daniels.

And since I’ll be a tad occupied, I don’t know if my “meditations” will really be “daily.”

Just sayin’.

Don’t get too worried if I’m a little late. Or if I DOR.

‘Cause I got nowhere else to go! I got nowhere else to go! [except work, of course]

With gratitude {for one of my Top 3 movies of all time, which I watched Sunday afternoon and which got me in the right frame of mind for my grueling week},

Joan, who has always been fond of Sid Worley because he was an Okie, and who’ll give MAJOR bonus points to anyone who can tell me the song playing on the jukebox in TJ’s bar when Zach thanked Paula for helping him get through Officer’s Candidate School and every heart in the theater broke as he let her leave with the flight instructor