Bill hasn’t left the States yet. He’s down south standing in line, standing around, getting equipment and filling out paperwork. He leaves in a few days.

He called last night at 830 PM to say he and his group had just gotten to a restaurant. I asked him to call me later. {Aside: I think eating dinner so late at night is extremely unhealthy. It amazes me how quickly he reverts to such bachelor-like apathy for decent behavior.}

At 1030 PM I closed my book and turned off the light. I was snoring by 1031 PM. He called at 11. I don’t know about you, but I function much better after even two hours of sleep than after just 30 minutes. Had he been calling from a war zone I would have sucked it up, but as it was, I suggested that saying “I love you” merely 4 or 5 times would be sufficient until tomorrow. I was snoring again at 1103 PM.

He called again at 1130 PM. I love this man. Really, I must. It’s the only thing keeping me from becoming a raving lunatic.

Our filtering software was preventing him from logging in to the internet through the post barracks’ system. {Another aside: it’s 1130 at night – stop acting like a bachelor and go to bed. But, I digress.} So I got up out of bed to help figure it out. It’s a good thing I’m not an insomniac. I fell back asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

Fortunately, the kids did not disturb me last night, although Little Miss Alarm Clock thought 430 AM was a good hour to get up. She’s been dancing around here since 5. But that’s okay. I function really well on 5 hours of sleep.