I feel wonderful tonight...

The inspection is FINALLY over… *sigh* I feel like I can breathe a little easier. I’ve got exactly one month left as of tomorrow and it’s looking like things should be pretty easy from here on out. We have a new troop in our section. She sits in Corey’s desk and is a young Senior Airman. She’ll be pinning on staff soon, and is really nice, smart and a good person to buffer Tiffany’s loneliness after I’m gone. I am feeling myself pulling farther and farther away from this work and these people, but it’s okay, and I’m feeling better about it.

I really appreciate everyone’s support during this time. I’m sorry if I seem all over the place, but I never realized how hard it can be to regulate your emotions. However, Halloween is now one week away, so I’m focusing on a few projects that I need to finish for my party, so that helps. I need that kind of distraction. I feel like that scene in French Kiss where Kevin Kline’s character picks a fight with Meg Ryan’s character (who is afraid of flying) just as their plane takes off…. She’s so distracted that by the time she realizes they are up in the air, she’s not as scared as she thought she was. Or maybe, I just really love that movie and I want to go to France. :P

Tim has been so wonderful through all this. He’s been fording my rivers of tears with ease. I’m so glad I married someone so strong and understanding. So, last night we decided to celebrate my first day off in ages, and we went out for French food. I read about this restaurant called Aix, a little French bistro that got excellent ratings on Citysearch. I checked out their website and their menu (which said in big letters at the top “Current Menu”) said that they had a Duck Confit Cassoulet, which I’ve been dying to have ever since I tasted some at our favorite restaurant, Bistro Vendome.

We took a taxi, so that we could both drink to our hearts content, and headed down there. We get it, and this place is cramped. It’s a very small restaurant and the layout is very awkward. Anyway, long story short, they bring us the menu… it’s completely different. No confit cassoulet anywhere. They didn’t even have steak tartare, which is our favorite thing about French places. So, as I sat there pouting, trying to find one thing on there that sounded good, Tim jumps up and tells our hostess that we won’t be dining there tonight. That we have had a change of plans… He bundles me into another cab and we drive directly to Bistro Vendome, where I had the Seared Duck Breast and Confit Cassoulet. It was DIVINE. I could eat a bowl of that stuff, morning, noon, and night. *sigh* I love that man… He understands me so well.