That, my pretties, is the khaki uniform I've been trying to imagine my husband wearing.

(You have to color it khaki in your own head. I can't find a damn photo online in color!)

Now you can see why I'm having such a problem picturing Kurt wearing that uniform!

Oh, well. I'll see it on him soon enough.

It's past midnight... what the hell am I doing up??

I'll tell you why I'm up. Kurt emailed me a little over an hour ago telling me he's going to try to email me a longer letter after midnight.

So now you know.

I've been trying to overcome my natural night-owlness, really I have been. I don't particularly like getting up at 9:30am. I just feel so slug-like and lazy. 8:30am sounds so much more reasonable. Plus it would shift Grace's and my day back a bit, which wouldn't be a bad thing. As it is, it's nearly 10am by the time she eats breakfast, so she eats lunch later, and she naps later (when she naps), which means she eats dinner later, and then goes to bed later. It's a vicious cycle.

So my plan lately has been this: Watch tv and/or play on the computer till 11pm. Watch Good Eats (because I am in love with Alton Brown) at 11, then shower. This puts me into bed by 11:45pm. Read for 30-60 minutes, and then sleep. That gives me 8 hours of sleep nearly, plenty to function on.

My plan lately has been foiled. Over and over and over again. When Kurt's home, I can't seem to go to sleep even though we get into bed at a decent time. We have to; the poor boy can't go to bed at midnight and expect to get up at 4:30am every morning. Lately I've been putting the tv on and just watching it mindlessly. I even find myself watching Jewelry Television, which is just frightening stuff. It's like comparing strippers and ballet dancers when you compare Jewelry Television to QVC or even HSN. You know you're watching dancers, either way, only the first one is so much more... sordid. It doesn't help that the few times I've seen Jewelry Television presenters (they don't show them much), they LOOK like porn stars. Scary.

I don't even drink caffeine, unless you count my two cups of coffee in the morning. We don't keep soda in the house, so I don't get caffeine that way, and I try not to get soda when we eat out. I much prefer iced tea, and while there's caffeine in that, it's a small amount. If I want coffee later in the day, I always drink decaf.

I'm thinking maybe I just need to decompress a bit, and keep trying to go to bed earlier. I just can't seem to haul my carcass out of bed in the morning when my alarm goes off. It's annoying, really.

And since my darling hubby hasn't emailed me yet, it's unlikely he'll manage to do so, poor guy. I don't think he's had a moment to breathe since I took him back to the ship last night. I worry about him; he's never really been in an extremely stressful situation before, or at least not for such an extended time.

But then....... what doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. Right?? Let's just hope it doesn't kill him!

On that note....... goodnight, all. ;o)