We're doing important stuff here.

Actually, we're waiting on final word that we're going home. We've done nothing but brief, eat, move, sleep, repeat - with an occasional opportunity for a shower thrown in there to keep us from rioting. It's not our IC's fault; the state of Louisiana just got carried away in their requests for assistance.

On the bright side, we found a fabulous restaurant, recommended by a local guy we ran into and confirmed by the Louisiana state guys that had eaten there the night before. If you're ever in Lafayette, La, you've got to go to Lafayette's. We had fried gator. Gumbo. Fried crawfish and crawfish etouffee. And the chocolate torte at the end.. we passed it around like a crack pipe. I felt tingling - in places I haven't felt tingling in since last Tuesday night - with each bite of that torte.

We had that semi expensive meal because we were told, first thing this am we'd be busting our asses on missions. Turns out, it's a good thing we went, 'cause we're outta here today. The guy running the shelter where we were housed turned out to be a complete ass, so whether we were moving to go on another mission, or moving to go home, we're ok with it.