crawtator blues.

I've PCS'd before.  (PCS= Permanent Change of Station)  It was sad to leave Maryland and come to California, but then again, it was California.  Nick and I drowned our pain by taking in the Pacific Ocean, eating fancy cuisine, taking in some Padres games, and laying around in the sun.

PCS-ing to Mississippi hasn't been like that.  I realize it's only been a week.  Folks, it's hot.  I don't go outside unless I want my feet to swell up to giant proportions.  Target is 30 minutes away.  My doctor is 40 minutes away.  I. am. stuck.  I have to get over the juvenile anxiety I face in every new place.  Generally I am a stick in the mud.  Let's see how long it takes me to get into the Mississippi flow of things.

If all else fails I can curl up on the couch with some cajun crawtators and watch some Swamp People.