The obligatory Starbucks accomplished, the day starts in earnest.
First, a visit to Grog Fog for more of that wonderful “Cookie Crunch” e-juice…100ml of it, to last me awhile.
Then (and my non-Infantry Brothers give me endless grief about this), a 45-minute pedicure. Trust me, when your feet were your primary mode of transportation for eight years of active duty and twelve years of National Guard and USAR time, it behooves you to care for them in your declining years as diligently as you did in your youth.
I now await 1400 hours for this:
After which a nap will no doubt be required.