Sunday, February 17, 2019
Well, looks like we were yet again taught a repeated core lesson: Trust No One. Being paranoid goes against my core, but seriously? Ross seemed like a cool, straight-laced G-man (but not our “G”, of course). I mean the guy was even casually able to rock some awesome Cary Grant hair! What is wrong with me? If anyone knows better than to judge someone by their hair, it should definitely be me.
Bombs blowing up a theater and then nearly an entire airport? Days like this make me feel like we aren’t making any headway in making this a safer country. Yet, I guess we’re doing all we can. Aren’t we?
Speaking of safe and trust, The Powers That Be have finally decided to leave us alone. I guess that alone proves miracles do happen. But even I’m not sure that’s the right move. There have been too many times we’ve needed someone strategizing overall missions, clearing the way for us, acquiring resources and assets, etc. Those are tough aspects to employ out in the field. Mostly I can’t believe Hetty’s still gone. This is the longest ever and this time feels very different. I mean Callen hasn’t freaked out and gone rouge or gathered out troops to formulate a plan. It just feels plain wrong.
Maybe I’m projecting. Our wedding(!) is roughly a month away and frankly I never imagined Hetty not being there. (In fact, there are times I envisioned her being the minister!) I know we’ve never been the center of her universe, so I can only hope she’s safe.
And right now “safe” is a word I’m hoping applies to our wedding. Who else has to worry about possibly clearing a beach, staking out a bar, or checking an airline manifest just to go on a honeymoon?! This is truly an odd life we lead. Maybe I need to rethink the gifts for our wedding party? I wonder if they make wedding-themed flash-bangs? The rest of the guests might just think they’re fireworks? One can only hope….