It was a relatively slow day today, which meant that Mike and I had the luxury of actually sitting down in a restaurant-type place to eat. (Many are the days where we never get the chance to stop and eat.) The other Mike (my erstwhile training partner and Corporal) also joined us, as well as one of my State Trooper buddies. So, it's me and three guys at the table, and they start talking about their kids, and which schools are best, and the price of child care... And here I am, the childless, single one. Wasn't much I could add to the conversation, and I didn't figure my dog anecdotes would fit with their child anecdotes. I think I now know how guys feel when they're trapped by themselves in a group of women chatting.

I'm presently on day shift and working all this weekend, which means that I have three 12-hour shifts in a row. Waking at 4am and returning home at about 6pm and usually not getting to sleep until about 9 or 10 if I'm lucky. So my entries on the weekends I work may be somewhat more terse than usual.

And not too much interesting happening at work either. All the guys are extremely jealous of the fact that I'm getting sent to Miami in March. "You suck!" Mike (the Corporal) told me. "I get sent to a domestic violence seminar in Thibodeaux, LA and you get to go to Miami! You suck!"

I love it.