Well ladies and gentlemen, I’m officially home alone. Not really alone, if I were alone there would be the danger of me using matches, eating too much sugar and jumping off the roof into the pool. I can’t do that because my caregiver simply will not allow it. He’s too afraid of Jayne.
Seriously, she is in New York for four days to visit my sisters and blow off a little steam before she begins her new job in about a week. So here I am. I’m hopefully going to do some writing. That is, if the weather is incredibly crappy. If the weather is incredibly crappy, I’ll probably be watching a lot of football, flying airplanes and ordering take out. I just have to remember to do some homework on this computer which includes writing.
I received some documents from my attorney regarding our foreclosure fight. More forms to fill out and return to keep this terrible march of bankers and lawyers slithering forward. I guess that is going to have to be fit in somewhere this weekend. (Along with a cheeseburger and a movie.)
Enjoy the reunion all you Barlow Eighty Fivers!