Friday

Friday is a day off for the local population. I've no idea why Sunday has turned to Friday here, but it must have something to do with the religion, because almost everything does. But even the almighty Wikipedia failed to help me unveil the mystery of lazy Friday. Anyway, as there is hardly any point going out on patrol on a holiday, we usually use our Fridays for - not for worshipping the Norse God Freija, as Friday was originally intended - but for "maintenance and administrative duties", which include sports, recreation and rest as well. Instead of breakfast we have brunch at 1030, so we can sleep a bit longer. I, however, managed to spoil this opportunity to rest by getting up at 0615 to run on the treadmill for 25 minutes, like I promised myself yesterday.

But I got no chance to get lazy later in the day, either. There was enough paperwork of different kinds to last several hours, a short drill about the defence of our safe house, and in the evening we had a meeting to plan a couple of weeks ahead. People will be off to leave in the near future, and matters must be well prepared to flow smoothly for those of us who will have our leave a bit later, like me. At 2100 I joined the majority of the PO crew in the welfare room to watch an episode of the 80'ies classic "Miami Vice". It has, or so I gather, become something of a tradition to watch Miami Vice at 9 pm every night the guys of Echo are at home base. Well, I suppose there are more useless things to do than to watch Miami Vice, but I can't think of too many.