It’s a big weekend here at the old homestead, as my stepson will be leaving the nest, and moving into an apartment. Tried to get him to take a couple of cats with him, but he’s not going for it. It’s gonna be kinda strange, I must say. Odd for me, and I’ve only been around here for ten years. I can’t imagine how it it’ll be for my wife. I guess she’ll have more time to cater to my every whim, which should be good for her. The bad news is that we have to get him moved, and there are few things in life worse than moving (better him than me, though). Now, I wonder if a pool table will fit in his room?