The Taylors in Europe

I know, I know. I still need to blog Luzern. I just had to toss this out there first though.

Fred came home from work yesterday looking uncharacteristically khaki:



This whole thing with him deploying to Iraq has been going on for so long now (since just before Halloween) that it has almost taken on a not-quite-real quality. "Going to war, dear? Well, of course you are. Now, what to do about dinner tonight . . . " But then little things happen, like the holster (!) he special-ordered arrives in the day's mail, and it all becomes shockingly real. Reality sucks.