This morning LD flew off to see her siblings and parents in Boot State for three days. Zaftig and their hick friend dropped LD off at the airport, and then I drove down to say goodbye while she waited for her flight. I brought her a book I'd bought for her kids, and she handed me some lotion that she accidentally packed but couldn't take along because it was a terrorist-friendly seven ounce package. We sat in the lounge for twenty minutes or so, just being together. We have to sneak around like teenagers under watchful parents, and we act that way too. Seriously, some of our text conversations would probably revolt people.
Went for a walk with the dogs with Neighbor Dale. I bet people think we're gay. Two dudes, just walking their dogs in the gayborhood. Gayin' it up.
One of my mother's front crowns fell out the other day, so she is refusing to leave the house on the grounds of "looking like a raggedy old witch." I went over and brought her some groceries, then watched some "Modern Family," a show I haven't seen in a few years. Some of the characters have aged rapidly; the daughters look like 35 year olds. The writing is still sharp. I didn't belly laugh or anything, but I admired the wittiness and the rapid-fire dialogue. Ah, the American sitcom. It makes us forget our pains for a brief half hour.
Back to work tomorrow. I requested an unprecedented three personal days --- Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday --- last week in anticipation of LD's visit. (And am I ever glad I did.) I've sort of been coasting at The Job lately, not really shining in my new role. So it's time to step it up. Starting tomorrow.