Some sad news to report today. My wife is leaving me. Fortunately, it’s only for two weeks, as she heads out to visit her three daughters, and her new granddaughter. Still, it means I’ll have to clean the litter boxes – a chore for which I have not been inserviced (and which I really have no desire to learn).

But there’s even worse news to report, I’m afraid. My all-too-brief summer vacation is near an end, as I will be rejoining the working world next Monday. It’s not so much for me that I feel bad, as it is for the poor dog, who has gotten very, very used to having me around all the time. He hasn’t been stuck home alone all day in quite some time. I don’t know how to tell him.