day 200: gray words that are not my own

Thanks to the magic controls, this looks like I've posted this today, on the 1st.

When in actuality, I'm not.

(it's a lie)

I'm writing a day behind, but it appears that I'm not.

It worked out fine, actually.

My sister was visiting, and I didn't want her to have to entertain herself while I blogged.

Plus, we were out late.

And, I really didn't know what to say here.

Then today (meaning the 2nd, not the 1st....I know, I'm terribly confused, myself) I read my husband's blog post. It's on my blog roll, if you so care to know.

I've read it all, but I'm not so sure how I react to it.

It is complicated. He's right.

And I read it, and I feel like I (sort of) know exactly what he's talking about.

And yet, at the same time, I don't.

I suppose it's these gray areas of life that I hate the most.

The times when it just doesn't seem to make a crystal clear sense.

One of those icky parts of deployment that I could do without.