Monday 0930 hrs. Good morning world. Hi bun! (False cheerfulness) It's another beautiful, bright, sunny day outside. Another dull gray day inside. Wanda said the news this morning mentioned something about the Turkish border not allowing the men through in the US diplomatic convoy. Damn! I'll bet George is still trying to get out. Hopefully, he has been in touch with his wife since he left here. I was in touch with you, last night. I dreamt about you. I dreamt about my homecoming. Maybe it will come true. I pray to God that it does. The UN guy is supposed to meet with the Iraqi guy on Thursday. That's our four week anniversary here. I miss you. I told God that I didn't want our kids to have to grow up without a father. I don't think they'll have to. I'm not sure what God is trying to teach me here. I've always said you, Jesse and Jenny, your love, were what mattered in my life. It may be hard after I get back, but I don't think I can work at Gage anymore. I'll stay as long as I have too, but I hold no respect for that place anymore. I don't know if any courts would support my stance on the pain and hardship that Miller's poor decision caused us, but.... we'll have to see. Today is my dish washing day. Oh boy, something different to do. It was nice to see you last night, to be holding you again. I love you.
1500 hrs. Just finished the dishes. Aren't I wonderful! Wanda and Sarah both said I was slow. What's the rush? Sarah and Claudette are still moaning and groaning about the lamb we had yesterday. Wish they'd shut up already.
Hi! Miss me? We had boiled chicken and potatoes and green beans for lunch today. Wanda cooked. It was pretty good. Adrian (the other one) and Minuo brought some supplies today. I'm not sure what they brought, I was indisposed when they arrived. I spent over an hour up on the roof again today. It's very relaxing up there. Kind of like sitting in a sauna for an hour. Sure would be nice if there was a pool to jump into afterward. Something else to look forward to when I come home. That and soft toilet paper, real food, cold beer, friends, cold beer, my own house, a real bed (I sleep on a mattress placed on a table), cold beer, ice cream, Vernors, more real food, and more cold beer. And of course, you and the children with plenty of hugs and kisses sprinkled throughout.
1945 hrs. My hands are breaking out in some type of rash. It itches, too. Maybe the soap upstairs. Will use my Zest tomorrow. Maybe from splinters I have gotten here. Who knows? Who cares? Aren't we having a lovely vacation? We heard some more people were taken from their private residences. Some Palestinians turned them in. When will this bulls#@t end?
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