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.
You seem to have confused “caveman instinct” with “little-girl instinct”.
Oh that’s right. I always confuse those two.
*grin*