Sylvia's Journal

We met for the first time with our new senior leadership team. It feels familiar and yet not; we are not operating as a team yet. It didn’t take long with the old team to get in sync and so I hope we can do it again. Back in September, when my arrival made us into new team I was the new kid on the block. Now it is Peter.

I went home early mostly because the dust is clogging my sinuses and the ventilator was swirling all my papers around the office, neither good for concentration.

In the transport office I had to wait for a car and so Nasir and I practiced my Dari – the subject was Holland-Spain. He has afternoon dispatch duty so he can afford to stay up late. But I have to show up at my first meeting at 7:15 AM. For this I go to bed at 10 PM. There is simply no way I can watch this game, no matter how important.

Sallie Craig arrived in a dust cloud that slammed all our doors and windows open and shut. There are no cranks or hooks or other hardware that keep windows as open or shut as we want them. Here they are closed or they are left to the whims of the wind. Small things you take for granted back home, big annoyances here.

Sallie Craig arrived with all the items we had hoped for or requested. We had an early dinner, and caught up with who is doing what where. I spent the rest of the evening sorting out my new audible book arrangements, transferring books and stories to my iTouch to make my early morning 5 KM walk on the elliptical more interesting, as there is no view during the walk, just the Middle East map on the yellow wall in front of me.