Moving Forward

Howdy! Well, it looks like the time is drawing near for movement forward. Despite the best efforts of the paperwork monster, my command in Theater has raised a mighty ruckus - so loud, in fact, that even the people in the insulated room where I have been imprisoned in, couldn't ignore it. For the past 12 days I have literally been a ghost - with no official status I haven't existed. I couldn't contribute, except in the most basic ways (Need something thrown out? Check. You have two-years worth of boxes that you need sorted and stacked? I'm your man!). So, aside from using up valuable oxygen, my footprint has been very small (so much so that most of the people in the building where I hang out just assumed I was a new piece of furniture, or an especially clever fork-lift truck). But no longer! I was just tapped on the shoulder and told to prepare for movement - this is it! Deep breaths. I am all packed (heck, I have been on 15-minute alert since I got here...). So, either I will fly out tonight, or tomorrow at the latest, but finally I am going to Theater. To paraphrase Churchill: this isn't the end, but it is the end of the beginning. Wish me luck!