So last week I was Moom Alone ALL WEEK while The Pensioner was hanging around various places in The Great White North. That means that every single morning, I was able to get up and do my own zen little chores and errands and whatever. NO ONE ELSE WAS HOME! Evenings were a bit lonely. I like to have some Alone Time in the late afternoon but there was no one to watch Shameless with all week. And, er, I admitted to Lizard Breath yesterday as we were walking downtown that, uh, I don’t really know how to operate the TV. MOOM! You are a computer programmer. It’s a bit more complicated than that but yes, writing computer programs is one of the tools in my bag of tricks. But. She’s right. I should bite the bullet and figger out how to operate the dern TV.

I’m not exactly sure what The Pensioner did all day today (and I don’t necessarily care). I know that he was on the phone with car repair shops (and Mouse) during my ZEN TIME this morning but that didn’t sound like it was going all that well. Note: If you want to make any kind of arrangements *for* Mouse, you need to keep her in the loop. Just sayin’. Anyway, that gave me the opportunity to sneak out the door without the “Seeya Later Honey kiss or whatever”. Switched-up gender Beaver Cleaver family ritual anyone? Do I need to start yelling “Luuuuuuucy I’m home!!!” loud enough that the whole neighborhood can hear it when I come in the door? Hmmm, maybe I’ll try that… 🐽

What was VERY COOL was that… Well, let’s see. We were low on orange juice this morning and I NEED orange juice on work mornings. My plan was to walk over to the Plum after work (like I do ALL THE TIME) to get some orange juice. Problem. Epically awful commute. I won’t give you the specifics but it took me 45 minutes to do my usually easy little eight mile commute. Plum Market? Do I have it in me to walk over there after this crap? Maybe the GG will be willing to go and snag orange juice. He is usually game for a grokkery trip.

Wouldn’t you know that when I FINALLY drove up The Landfill street, The Pensioner was walking DOWN the street, earbuds in place. Whoa! I stopped and rolled down the window!

KW: Where are you going?

TP: Plum Market. What do you need?

KW: ORANGE JUICE!

And so we have orange juice. Along with probably a few other random things. You know the kind of things that “guys” (and kids) put into shopping carts when mooom is not looking.

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