Lazy Sunday

Dad & Milo 2

One method of marking the time over here is to look at the weekends.  Unlike back home, the weekends don’t just seem short, they actually are short.  Despite the lack of actually work that needs to be done, most of us are lucky to get one day off.  While some government agencies are considering cutting back on their work week, we have to up with another day of clock watching.  On the other hand, there is a certain lack of leisure time activities to be had in Ramadi.  The main use for downtime over here is just the escape from inanity of the office, I suppose.  It certainly does make you realize how much you take even regular weekends back home, not to mention the excitement of three or four day ones.  Sometimes you just have to enjoy those quiet weekend afternoons…take a break, and relax when you can.

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