Groundhog Day

You know in the Movie Groundhog Day how Bill Murray lives the same day over and over again and much hilarity ensues? I realize now that it really isn't that funny. I think I'm living that out here. OK, so I don't wake up to "I Got You Babe" every day and the fine timekeeping piece on my wrist (Casio $19.95) tells me that the days are progressing, but I'm not sure that I believe it anymore. Of course, the Army does try to do little things to break up the monotony a bit. For instance, on Saturday (or was it Friday?) the power went out for several hours thus ensuring that our cozy air-conditioned trailers reached the triple-digits. And just today the water in my trailer is turned off. Since I flew yesterday I really don't want to imagine how horribly I smell right now. Again, though, I did fly yesterday which is always nice. We accomplished the training that I needed to and then spent some time just flying around the desert having fun. It was a good flight. It did cost me a Coke because I lost a bet that no one who's not a helicopter pilot would understand, but it was well worth the Coke. Tonight I should be flying again. Hopefully by the time I get home the water will be back on. I need to do some laundry. I went to get my flight suit out of the closet today and realized that I hadn't hung it up, it was just standing on its own. Just kidding. Sort of.

I went and got a haircut today. Isn't that exciting? Actually it kind of caught me off guard. The barbers here are Kuwaiti. The haircut was nice and then he finished off and started massaging my shoulders. I guess that's just part of the haircut here. Nice, yes, but unexpected. At first I thought he was just hitting me in the back of the neck. Good thing I resisted the urge to use my highly honed kung-fu skills on him, eh?

Speaking of hygiene, I have to admit that I jumped on the pilot bandwagon out here and grew a mustache. I promise that I'll get pictures up here as soon as I can. We'll take a vote. Granted, Tricia's vote pretty much trumps all. I'm waiting a bit until it gets a bit thicker. Right now I just look like a creepy pedophile. No, you can't get pictures of Spencer the creepy pedophile. Requests will be returned along with my collection of photos documenting the progression of the smallpox vaccine sore on my arm.