All I can say that life in Kabul, like football, is a game of inches. I slowly crawl my way through work, tackling the tasks that come my way. Some days I need to dig deep just to make it through, but like a battered and bruised running back I make it into the end zone. The only sad part of my day is that my number one cheerleader is 6000 miles away and 8 and half hours behind and all I have waiting for me in my hooch at the end of my day is nice bottle of Scotch and a pipe (and yes I am pretentious). But I am surviving.
Anyways, short post...the Bears are a point ahead of the Seahawks and my midnight beer is getting warm.