Dave's back. Hallelujiah.
Dave was in Indiana from Wednesday to Saturday of this past week. He gave a talk at Notre Dame, caught up with some friends, spent some quality time with his Aunt, and generally had a rollicking good time. While he was doing that, I was alone with The Kid and The Dog. There were two things that got us through those two days: the weather was nice, so we took lots of walks; Megan told me she had Friday off of work and when I asked her what she was going to do, she said "Spend the day with you." Good answer. We sat out in her backyard all afternoon and passed Henry back and forth between us, taking turns entertaining him. If I didn't have Friday to look forward to, I don't think I would have made it through Thursday. Melodramatic? Me? Nah... When I picked up Dave at the airport, he looked thoroughly exhausted. He brought me back my favorite sweet in the whole universe, a Cookies and Creme pie from Bakers Square. You know why he got it for me? Because he loves me so much. And because I threatened him with bodily harm if he didn't. Mostly the first reason though, I'm sure.