Dreary Monday

So DH isn't getting a yearlong vacation to the cradle of civilization. Apparently there was some kind of fight in the barracks in the middle of the night, bad enough that somebody with a lot of stripes decided that everyone, even the people who didn't live in the barracks, needed to be present for the ass-chewing. You can imagine how well that went over. Our Saturday was pretty much shot by the time he got home, near lunchtime. We hadn't gotten but maybe two hours of sleep before the call came, and DH of course didn't sleep at all after that. I got fitsy naps when my brain slowed down long enough. When he got home, DH said he'd been bracing himself on the drive in: "We leave in a week, we leave in a week..." Getting there and learning this was all about a stupid fight, well, that made everyone mad.
I have a lot of cleaning to do and I'm not looking forward to it. There's a lot of new electronic stuff (read: boy toys) that I'll have to find a place for, to get it off the floor. I still have to chenge out my dead hard drive with the new(er) one I got from my father, and try to retrieve my data. If I can't, I'll be hella pissed. There's a box to be sent to Iraq, another letter to RSM to be mailed, applications to be returned...
Sigh.