Today brought us the first sand storm since I arrived. Pretty wild stuff. One minute I was in my office, thinking it looked like it might rain, it was like a cinnamon fog.
My PSG was saying "This isn't the half of it! Last deployment you couldn't see your hand stretched out in front of you!"
After a DBPP (Death By Power Point) range safety class, I had to head down to inventory my SSS Shelter (a big truckback full of shiny computer things for you normal humans). Thankfully, I actually had a well written component listing so it went by in a short time.
More training slides, and standing in for XO duties kept me occupied the rest of the day. I thought to myself at one point, "God, this is better than not knowing what's going on."
At least by being busy time goes by faster in this strange setting.
Just now I was talking to my brother and told him how I can't wait to come home and be normal again.
"You become accustomed to it," I said, "so it's not really bad anymore. But it's not normal."
The tasks I knew I had to get done when I first got here are now on there way though, and the coming months should fly on by. Guess that means a step towards progress.
