O Darling Diaryland Denizens!
Derek and Dorothy (mother and father-in-law) departed at last in one final flurry of misplaced car keys, missing vitamins, and airline tickets. A couple of quick, awkward embraces at the door, a perfunctory pat of the pet, and off they went in their rented PT Cruiser leaving me alone at last.
Alone with that odd heavy deflated feeling I always get when being left behind. It's a unique mixture of blue-tinged sadness and warm sweet relief that bubbles up like butterflies in my gut and makes my eyelids feel hot and leaden. I really hate the feeling of being left behind, even when I have been longing for days to have the house to myself again. It's kinda like postpartum depression. Post part 'em depression. Worry not. I'll recover swiftly.
So... I know you're all agog, wondering how it went. I know you're hungry... nay, starving for the pantaloon-pissing details I promised you a week ago. And I will deliver on that promise, I will indeed.
But first, let me catch my breath and collect my thoughts. So much to do, so many diaries to read, so many templates to change! So I'm going to leave you for the moment with the promise to return before the sun sets on this fine October afternoon! Hang in there!