I’ve been working like a dog these last few days (’til 11pm Friday and 1:30 am Saturday night/Sunday morning) so I’ve hardly noticed the absence of my family during the daytime. It’s the nights that are killer.
I have to say that being a bachelor sucks after being acclimated to living with family. Plus, every time I do laundry down in the basement and the furnace blower kicks on, I have to violently repress that caveman instinct that compels me to flee, Kevin McCallister-like, arms akimbo, wailing like a banshee. Old houses are creepy, y’all.
Sanity is largely intact, although watching the Steelers and Vikings lose simultaneously to division rivals yesterday definitely took its toll on my mood.
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You seem to have confused “caveman instinct” with “little-girl instinct”.
Oh that’s right. I always confuse those two.
*grin*