The Mundane Details Of A Life Delayed

Well, my old camp is almost completely disassembled now... Darren came over and picked me up this morning and brought me over to 'Freedom Rest', which as I mentioned before is a sweet little R & R compound inside the IZ where soldiers come to hang out when they get a few days off. In some ways it reminds me of Chiemsee, if only because it's a nice large building that is set up with loads of fun activities. And Steve and Darren are in charge of having fun, which seems to be the natural order of things.
Anyway, it looks like the travel office will not be open until Friday, and so it's doubtful that I'll be able to get tickets for Saturday, and even if I were able to, the office with the Visa stamp I need doesn't open until Sunday. So I have to resign myself to sitting around until Tuesday... grr argh. What a waste. I'll be spending my 34th birthday in Iraq, after all.
So that's all. Unless something changes, I will refrain from posting further about how bitter I am, because I realize that it's boring. I only do it now because I wanted you to know that at least I am safe, and additionally am in fact situated nicely in the Interzone, and not glancing furtively out from behind a thick curtain on a window in a house in the Red Zone.
Here's a picture I took this morning of what's left of my old camp.