Today is dh's first day of work at his new home in the sand box. He got there a few days ago (after finding out they had waited all that time for a plane to the WRONG PLACE). We shall see what it's like.
I can't say I envy him. I rather enjoy not sweltering in heavy gear as the temperature tops 120 degrees.
Although I can say I'm very curious to hear how the day went.
It kills me to not be able to just pick up the phone, call and ask. I'll e-mail him, but there's no telling when he'll be able to check his e-mail again. When you're as talkative as I am, this whole situation is nerve-wrecking.