As in, “being a bachelor for a few days.” I don’t think the “t” should be in there, but “baching it” makes me feel all Baroque inside …<\/p>\n
So Margie’s off on a business trip to Oakland for a few days, returning late Thursday night. Kitten’s flying out with her this afternoon, to be let off on her first stop in SoCal. There the young’un will participate in the now-time-honored tradition of “Grandma & Grandpa Camp,” wherein both my folks and Margie treat her like a little princess and spoil her rotten.<\/p>\n
So empty house tonight and tomorrow night and, effectively, most of Thursday night.<\/p>\n
I’ll keep busy — I have karate tonight and Thursday, I’m doing some WP conversions tonight, and getting together with the Dave Club on Wednesday night. And even failing those, I have games to play and Nets to browse and way too much on DVD and DVR to watch.<\/p>\n
And there’s a certain fun freedom of not having to worry about anyone else, to heat up whatever I want for dinner (I made plenty of leftovers in my cooking on Sunday night), watch whatever I want, etc. I can lounge about in my skivvies, pick my nose, drink beer and belch and all those other manly things one does when one is a Solo Guy.<\/p>\n
And Margie will be back soon, and we’ll be rejoining Katherine in SoCal later in the month for family celebrations and camping and all.<\/p>\n
But I miss ’em already.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"