I'm Not Living On A Navy Base
I'm not living on a Navy base, it just feels like it. My current (perfectly adequate) room has that vague institutional feel, and Argonne Labs has that peculiar mix of industrial and office buildings scattered randomly that feels like a military base. There's even a guard house where I show my ID to get on the property. In short, I keep feeling like I should run down to the Navy Exchange before they sound colors.
Since I do have a microwave, a few plates, and a (tiny) freezer, I've been eating frozen dinners the past couple of nights. Said dinners aren't cheap, but they are significantly cheaper than any restaurant more upscale than McDonald's.
In the meantime, we're anxiously awaiting the appraisal on my new house, and trying to gently light a fire under the sellers to get all of their paperwork in order so we can close in six (6) (!!!!!!) business days. Yippee kay yeah!
I'll be at Duckon over the weekend. See some, all or none of you there.
Since I do have a microwave, a few plates, and a (tiny) freezer, I've been eating frozen dinners the past couple of nights. Said dinners aren't cheap, but they are significantly cheaper than any restaurant more upscale than McDonald's.
In the meantime, we're anxiously awaiting the appraisal on my new house, and trying to gently light a fire under the sellers to get all of their paperwork in order so we can close in six (6) (!!!!!!) business days. Yippee kay yeah!
I'll be at Duckon over the weekend. See some, all or none of you there.