Restarting this beast for the Nth time. I don't know if it's the Qatar Foundation connection or this little Apple peach we brought back from the states last summer. Anyway, I'm putting it to rigorous use now that I have the software I require and most of my files transferred. I'm weirdly attached to Microsoft Office. Still, unknown connectivity issues at a time when internet traffic should be relatively light is making already tedious research even more so. I'll blame it on the computer since blaming it elsewhere could, as has been rumored, earn a ticket away from the Q.
So here I sit in the stone cold apartment waiting for 49ers playoff football vs. Falcons on American Forces Network while the incessant beep-beep-beep of some vehicle backing up nearby in the never-sleep construction site outside the compound helps raise the tension. What little traffic passes as the mechanical wind on an otherwise still night. The trucks line up along the dark desert roads. Who knows where they go.
In the form of words, I was hoping to bring you more of the winter Vietnam adventure than the overzealous cluster of Facebook photos and family fawning I left you already, but I sat down two hours ago to do something else and haven't advanced one word further. Who knows when it will be ready.
I'm yawning and there's still an hour before kickoff. I better get out of here if I'm going to get anything accomplished tonight.