Black Sunday

It's Black Friday, the day when retail workers have to get up early to go to work, and retailers attempt to net a healthy profit. Capitalism in action, I guess. Personally, I spent my Friday morning sleeping late and not really caring one way or the other. I'm pretty sure the wheels of industry will turn without me today. But at any rate, enjoying the long weekend, especially since at the end of it, more or less, I go on leave. I'm beginning to think I get more done on days off than on the days I go into work.
Thanksgiving was good, spent it down here in Oklahoma, and apart from that I'm not sure what Christmas holds, I may end up pulling duty, apart from that I don't have any major plans yet apart from staying out of trouble. The word is that a lot of things are changing in my unit, which really is for the better, I think. There's even talk of an upcoming deployment, but then again, put rumors in one hand and BS in the other and see which one fills up first, as they say. But Monday is the last day I have to report in before catching a flight at some ungodly hour in the morning from Oklahoma City. Hopefully the old Ford will survive this trip as well, as I need to replace one of the front bushings before too long. Pretty soon that car will be more replacement parts than anything else, assuming it's not already. Well, it's got four wheels, it's paid for and it runs. At some point I'll have to replace it, as it goes the way of all cars, so I'm thinking of paying a visit to a person I met a while ago, who sells, among other vehicles, decomissioned police cruisers. Though they have no warranty, they no doubt have been well-maintained by their respective forces. And besides, they look like exactly what they are- decomissioned police cruisers. I'll look into local laws (as well as funding for such an inane project) as to what you can and can't put on your vehicles. Unfortunately, Halloween is quite a distance away, and I'm not sure how my soon-to-be bride would feel about going to the corner store in the Baron Samedi mobile. Or how my superiors in the good old US Army would feel about that. Well, it would be cool as hell in October, though.
In many ways, yes, I've never grown up. I still have the same juvenile daydreams I always did, but as time goes on, I know full well how that has to be tempered by common sense. True, there's a place for the weird, surreal ideas I have, but at the same time, unfortunately reality occasionally gets in the way. Well, such is the price we pay, having to work for a living, and other injustices. But in all seriousness, working hard is not one of the things I would change in my life. Without that, and the lessons it provides, where would we be?