Pretty much

With a full belly and a beer to help you settle down, you fall asleep almost immediately on your new bed. The sheets are stiff with age but once between them you have no trouble sleeping. You wake in the morning early like always, a look at your clock confirms that it is about 5:45 and from your windows you see the first hints of dawn light the night skies.

It takes the better part of 45 minutes to go through your morning workout, about ten minutes longer than it used to as you have to take time to warm up your knee and do the exercises specifically prescribed by your PT. The VA physical therapist was happy with your progress, but not you. It is clear that any improvement you have will be incremental at best and in no way will you ever be able to pass the physical needed to resume your career, but all the same you work through the routine with stubbornness akin to a Kentucky mule.

Another long shower followed by a careful shave and getting dressed takes 20 more minutes, but you cannot go knocking on Ms. Naylor's door at 7:00 AM on a Sunday morning. You sit at the desk reading and rereading the pertinent sections of the Code of Conduct taking careful notes. An intranet search on the Academy pages confirms that the stapled book in your hand is identical to the electronic version sent to the students.

It is still not even eight, and you return to your room to make the bed, sweep the floor and carefully pile your dirty laundry in the closet. After ten more minutes of pacing you decide you've waited as long as you can stand. You stand in the silent hall for a minute going over what you're going to say. Ms. Naylor's suite is the next door down the cherry paneled hall; unlike your door with its plaque marking your office as the Dean of Students, Ms. Naylor's door is completely unmarked, but you know from the map that these are her rooms. Adjusting your tie carefully you knock on the door sharply three times.

"Who is it?" You smile as you hear the Headmistress' voice.

"It's Kyle Hawkfeather Ma'am. It's important." Less than thirty seconds later her door swings open and you see Diana Naylor standing in the doorway to her private office wearing a light blue silk gown belted tightly around her slender waist.