I can't believe the Navy practically gave us a day off to watch football! That's pretty much what's happened out here today with This Man and the crew of our fine warship. We're still in the vicinity of Indonesia, but the workload is starting to lessen and what's more important, football or humanitarian relief? Exactly!
So to occupy my time, I've been doing a little online shopping, sending instant messages to my friend, S (even though she's only 1 deck above and a few feet away) and getting caught up on my email. Sadly, there's nothing of interest worth mentioning.

We received snail mail this afternoon. I got a Christmas card from my grandmother. I know what you're thinking and I was a bit surprised too that she even bothered to send a card to me in response to the one that I sent to her--a month ago (did someone say snail mail). But I should be thankful because she didn't have to send it all, but now that I mention it, she didn't have to be so formal either (she addressed the card to Mr., I mean, what's up with that?). Nonetheless, I still have it in my pocket and for a brief moment, it kind of made me feel bad for not staying in touch with her much better than I do.
I also received a package from L and let me tell you that it's amazing how something so simple as a package of jacks can liven up and otherwise dull Monday afternoon. She sent me two packs of jacks ( I gave S a pack and kept some to myself) and it wasn't long before we were out in the passageway playing jacks like two kids on a Saturday afternoon. Nevermind that This Man couldn't get past onesies, the moment was grand.

Mahalo