Smoke Decks and Slidey Rug

Peter's deployment is starting to loom in the near future. It's like an alarm clock ticking in my head. Sometimes it goes off and I snooze it and stick my head back under the covers. Sometimes it goes off and I have a meltdown before I snooze it. That happened this week. I had a nice rant about how much I hate the Navy. And now, since I can't spend the next year and a half hating the world and expect to maintain my sanity, I am going to find something nice to say about the military.

So here it is: I like Smoke Decks. Little covered patios far away from buildings where the smokers can go light up. I am allergic to cigarette smoke. Every time I went to smoky bars in college I would have to suffer with a stuffy nose for a week. My only attempt to smoke a cigarette was caught on film as a series of photos of me violently gagging every time the cigarette got within arm's length of my face. It's one bad habit I will be safe from. But the military has a large population of smokers. So I appreciate it that they give them nice gazebos with chairs and trash cans where they can go smoke at a safe distance from my face. And that's the best I can do with military appreciation today.

In other news, my cat has a new favorite game, Slidey-Rug. She races across the room and jumps on a rug at full speed, making it slide across the tile floor like a sled. Eventually it gets bunched up and stops, and if this happens abruptly she does a face plant into the floor.

Evidence: