Life waiving the 4th Amendment

My new life, under the watchful eye of the United States Army, has me regularly submitting myself to car searches, breathalyzers, urinalyses, and blood tests.  They know that I am clean, in perfect health, and not trying to bring explosives onto a military installation.  I suspect that the recruiters will be contacting me any day now.

The guy whose job it is to watch men piss into a cup is concerned about being unemployed because his contract runs out in a few months. I suppose his particular skill is transferable into the private sector and that there will be little competition from those who would be overemployed.

Phase shift completed--but what is this new phase?

Time has obviously passed, and much of the waiting has resolved itself.  That is a good thing.  Much has happened.  Sobriety seems to have taken hold, and while it brings clarity, I am by no means out of the woods, as they say.  There is ongoing tumult, and much is still unknown, including the job prospects, but it is certainly a new circumstance.

I'll start writing here again to explore the question in the heading and to amuse myself.