Missed ewe

The grass needs mowing, the washing machine won't spin, and I still haven't tried out the new vacuum cleaner on the stairs, but the kitchen is mostly clean and we are fully stocked with bananas, beer, homemade bread, cookies, and even orange juice. (Really, what more could a man want? Steak, you say? Pshaw!)

Mabel sat up this morning and asked, with a huge sigh, "When will Daddy get back?" Dash packed up a Father's Day package of his own making yesterday and put it waiting on the sideboard where B will see it as soon as he comes in the door.

I think we missed him, for six days and five nights. We're a reasonably well-oiled machine without him - I even caught the trash collection this morning - and there might be a bit less friction regarding certain people getting dressed in a timely fashion, but there's less laughter too.

And I have to admit I'm looking forward to staying in bed a bit longer of a morning. I'm just not sure if I get to start that tomorrow, or if I have to give the traveller a day's grace.