Waking Up

by Scott Frey I'm home again, submerged in the familiar smells of Christmas. Reaching across the table, mouth bulging with mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce, I reach for the nice plump turkey leg I've been eyeing since my first plate. This is the third day in a row stuffing my face with delicious, home-cooked meals. The third day in a row I've virtually done only the things I wish to do, whether it be lounging on the couch all day watching Netflix or out with my old buddies. And just as I felt as though I couldn't be any happier, the timer sounds telling me that dessert is ready. My ears perk up. That doesn't sound like the sweet sound of the alarm on the oven though. That sounds like...

The sound of 0600. It's the first day back in service since I have returned home from Detroit nearly two weeks ago. Even though we are getting into the thick of the coldest time of the year, I'm excited to be at it again. Mornings are rough; so are morning temps in the single digits when you know that within the next hour you'll be out of that nice cozy sleeping bag and into a woodland area completing the tasks needed to meet the day's objectives. And though a part of me longs to lay back in bed, I know I will regret not ever getting up and doing something fulfilling with my day. This is what ERT is all about. This is what ultimately gets me out of bed in the morning, and, for that, I am grateful.