Blake's been gone a little over a day, and with my car in the shop, I've been largely stuck at home, hanging pictures (normally it'd be a wrestling match for the hammer), washing sheets (normally he'd be napping in them), working for both BPL and the HOA of which I'm the president (normally I'd be interrupted ad nauseum), hosing out my garage (see previous about the hammer), and other general puttering.
It's been very, very good.
Also, I went on a semi-sorta-date tonight. It was in a group, which was good, and the fellow was pleasant though quiet (been there before!), and the girls we were with programmed my number into his phone. I may be hearing from him again. I may not. Either way, I had a fun time, though the disappointing news is that Plonk's food has gone downhill dramatically.
And my aunt sent me this. It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, and I want to be on that welcoming committee. My sign would read "Fearful of man and insecure > In awe of God and set free."