One week down, just six more to go before I’m done with Basic Officer Leader II. Whew. What a full, full, six days it has been. The body-blow of going from civilian system administrator to full time Army guy, is always a bit of a shock to the system. The combination of leaving my wife, kids and regular routine behind and replacing them with 150 strangers living in close quarters, 4 A.M. wake-ups and intensive physical training is enough to leave me dazed even after 12 years of service.
That said – things are going pretty well. I’m home this weekend, taking advantage of the fact that I live 3-4 hours from my training base. I hope to be able to make it back most weekends, but know that fuel cost and time are going to conspire against that plan.
This morning after spending some quality time with my wife and the boys, I sat down on my favorite couch, caught up on some of my favorite blogs, and played a little WOW. It’s funny. Before I left on this latest active duty stint I went out of my way to try to find ways to still get to play some WOW. There is pay-per-use WiFi available at the main PX on post and we’re usually off-duty early enough that I could easily swing by each evening and play for an hour or two. The catch – is that the aforementioned “system shock” hits me a little harder now than it did when I was in my 20′s. So when the duty day ends – Tomas tends to find himself snoring away on his bunk even before the sun fully sets on Fort Sill.
So my thirty minutes or so of game time this morning was simply running Rainchaser around Darkshire. She and Cinnamon were busy collecting skins and wolf-meat and managed to hit level 25 while doing it. I even got a little PvP in. Though it was admittedly a bit lopsided. A level 60+ undead warrior rolled through Darkshire and killed every lowbie he could find. In Rainchaser’s case he caught her with Aspect of the Cheetah on and got her good and dazed. He was just dorking around and hitting me with thrown weapons. I ran in close and hit him with a frost trap and followed up with a concussive shot after the trap broke. I ran away in cheetah until a mob aggroed and dazed me up again. Mr. Horde managed to mount his Frostwolf during this time and caught up while I was staggering around waiting for the stun to go away. Ahh well, a couple more throws and a swipe from his TuF and it was “run from the grave-yard time”.
Normally, a random gank like this would have been enough for me to have logged into Sequoia long enough to track the guy down and feed him his ass. But not today. I was too blissed out from being home and having my first good nights sleep in a week. Instead I simply rezzed and sat down to enjoy a bottle of melon juice and boiled clams. Darkshire isn’t exactly Mulgore when it comes to scenery, but it was just nice to be back in familiar surroundings again and that in itself is enough.