Hillah, Iraq.

Slow day today, and not for the reason that one might guess easily. Of course, twenty two commandos that drink seventeen cases of nonalcoholic Corona and the like should expect to have some of the spring taken out of their step in the morning.

We were unsprung.

But there is also a certain blue mood in the air, mostly as the denouement from the building of the pool and the anticipation of the party. We have been working on the pool for nearly two months, and suddenly we don’t have anything to do, and certainly no big project to work on.I am not going to worry about it now. We will figure something else to do. In the meantime, I am going to have a little soup, a grilled cheese sandwich, and a lot of water. Maybe an aspirin, too.