Time Marches On

I'm getting a better handle on why I'm out of sorts. A month go today I arrived in Santiago. I realized this while eating one of those tuna lunch packs today. I did lots of tuna meals in Spain, but they were very different from the American version I'm eating now. Soon I can't say "last month when I was in Spain" and that makes me sad.

We had a grief counselor come to the office today. That helped some. We still have some hurting units in our midst. All of us first in are still struggling. Those who worked near and closely with him have a completely different set of aches to deal with. We're all better, but there's a long long way still to go.

Boy does life trudge on or WHAT?