I’m so ready to be back in the states. I just wish I knew where we were going. The Army keeps jerking us around (nothing new there) and I’m quite sick of it. I told Mike I guess we’ll know when the plane lands. "Oh, look, honey: we’re on the moon! How are the schools here? Do they have a Wal*Mart?" I already told him that if the schools are crap where we go, I’m going to homeschool Seamus until we move again. He put up a bit of a fight, but I think I’ve convinced him.
The kite shorts I’ve been working on are almost finished. I got set back by a day because of Mike’s food poisoning (which he’s over now), but they’re coming along now. I think I’m going to name them "Cirrus" because they look like cirrus clouds. So pretty.