Whatever

We still don't know. Pick your jaw up.

Travis' orders were put on operational deletion last week. All that could have been done at that point was done and the deletion went through.

But then, Travis spoke with the post retention guy, Mr. W. Mr. W told Travis that he would just come out on the next assignment cycle list (due out today, Tuesday) with the same assignment and the same report date. So, what the heck, people? Sure, we'll all put the effort into pushing forward an operational deletion (royal pain in the nalgas), but then we'll recend that in five days. What the hell ever.

Travis said last week that he was really starting to think this was a sign that he should just quit fighting it and take whatever assignment rolled downhill at him.

I'm fine, either way. I just want to know when I have to start packing. Is that too much to ask?

Along those lines, and outside of them as well, Friday night in the car (while shuttling back and forth across town) I asked Amanda what Edison wanted for Christmas. She said she wasn't sure. I asked her if she asked him and she told me that she had. Then she said, "Well, he told me that as long as we didn't move that was all the Christmas he needed." OK, I was driving. That was so totally not fair. I almost wrecked the truck from the eyes tearing up. This is not a contriving, maniachal, a-hole of a 14 year-old. He's so super sweet to her and everyone else. I swear I think I am in love with the kid.

So, we don't know. Travis is supposed to go on PCS leave on Thursday but today he's working some exercise I should know the acronym for but don't. They are simulating a battle. Whatever. Fort Bliss refuses to cut him deletional orders because he never had paper orders in-hand because of all the brouhaha. So, he can't begin to clear without orders. No orders, no clearing, no deletion, no stay, must clear, can't clear, can't plan, can't stop working, can't think, can't breathe. Whatever.