to go to Peru to see our daughter. She has to be at the airport tomorrow (Wednesday) morning at the ungodly hour of 5 freaking A.M. International check-in sounds like it’s going to be just loads of fun We all know that elementary school art teachers pose such a threat.
She’ll be gone for over a week, and I may have to mitigate my loneliness with lots of barbecue, and then some more barbecue. Luckily for me, the NCAA tournament starts Thursday. Since I pretty much disappear for hours and hours at a time once the tourney starts, the mere separation of a thousand or so miles will merely add a new dimension to my annual zone of solitude. This year, at least, I’ll have the bonus of not having to answer the question ‘who’s winning’ to a person whose apathy palpably precedes her entry into the room and remains cloud-like upon her exit. Actually, by the 12th straight game, I just might miss some of that apathy.