You Can Never Know Too Much...

I feel like a sponge, lately, soaking up everything around me. I soaked up Erik's cold. (Not quite happy about that one.) I soak up the dishes and the laundry, I soak up the things I hear people say (unintentionally, actually, not because I'm eavesdropping) and I soak up all this knowledge I am getting in my classes.
Yesterday was the last day of AFTB Level 2. It was a little more in depth into traditions and team building and things like that. I really liked it. Some of it was a little elementary, but I think that's sort of their as a reminder for most of us and a quick lesson for those who have never had it before.
I also had an FRG meeting that went really well. It was nice to know more of the specifics of what will be happening when the dreaded D-word is finally here. I feel like alot of the questions I really needed answered have been covered.
The hardest part of the last few days was the explanation of casualty notification and the process. I think that is when all this being a reality finally wound up and punched me in the stomach. I started crying in the middle of my class and had to excuse myself. When I came home and explained to Erik that I needed to talk because I had cried in front of a room full of people I think he finally realized we couldn't keep putting off the discussion, and so he sat down with me and we figured out alot of things.
This is a short post, and I apologize for that, but I still feel like poo because of this cold.

<3s
Fae