Before I go, an update on the son

He called Christmas day, which was rather nice. Between last I heard about a month ago and now, kind of breaks down like this:

In a new base, he can't say where.
Doing something, he can't say what.
No showers, because the prefab unit being shipped in from wherever the hell they get them from was part of a shipment that go hijacked.
But the do have a field kitchen, so not eating MREs all the time.
No space for anything, so "don't send anything else right now".
And busy as hell, which means not enough sleep.

So cold(it's kind of chilly there right now), smelly and tired, but alive and kicking.