Happy I'm Not a Father's Day

But to the rest of you who are fathers, Happy Father's Day. I want to be someday, but for now I'm glad to have the life I do. I guess right now it's more of a time for Sarah and me, without the constant attention a baby would need. I think, though, when that time comes, it's going to be great.

This weekend was long; I covered a triple murder-suicide. But this past week seemed to move fast, even if I was moving slow. I've been dragging lately. I just got back from two weeks off. I wish there were some program where when you come back from vacation, you get to come in at least an hour late, and you get a midday nap. Even getting to bed at decent hours, I still struggle to open my eyelids all day long :( I guess I got really spoiled on the ship taking naps whenever I pleased.

On my mind lately has been a ton of what's next for me, and for my wife. Last week I was largely consumed with wanting to get out of San Antonio and move to Corpus Christi. This weekend I've been thinking about staying in San Antonio, but approaching management and just asking for the chance to step up here. I don't know if I want to necessarily move just yet, but if the right opportunity came along I'd be happy to. But then there's Sarah... she has a great job now. I just pray for us to find the path that we're supposed to be on.

I'm now on my weekend (thank goodness!) I think I'll just clean up a bit, maybe take the dogs to get them Frontlined (it's summer, in Texas, for crying out loud!) and then to the pet store, if they're good ;) Oh, and rest... lots of rest. I think a noon wake-up is highly in order. If you try to bother me, my phone might just have to go to vibrate!