Carl is.
And I am home, except that I can’t seem to get home for as much time as I might like.
Two days, and two late nights at work.
Yesterday was due to a last minute project that required a little bit of research.
Tonight was to go to a different agency’s planning commission meeting.
Not as bad as it might sound.
But not as good as an evening at home would probably be.
So, now I am home, and finding what my spovely louse left to keep me alive in his absence. Boy, I hope I am not this boring when he is around. I guess that must mean it is bedtime.
April 6, 2012 at 5:23 am |
I’m guessing that your better half is on the road for opening day, I mean week?