After getting up at the ungodly hour (to me, anyway) of 4:30 this morning so I could take Dave back to the airport for his flight home, I stopped off at my mother's house to bring back a couple of things I'd borrowed and to get the place ready for the folks' return home tomorrow afternoon. While I was over there, I borrowed her printer to print out some special pages. But the whole time the printer was running, the print head, as it traversed the page dispensing the requisite ink colors, kept making a noise that sounded remarkably like someone saying "Holy Cow!" Surely the ghost of Harry Caray, wherever he may be, is smiling.
And so am I. I had a lovely four days with my best friend in the world. We didn't quite get to do everything we'd planned, but what we did get around to was just wonderful. The weather, while cold, was mostly cooperative. (Well, apart from the London-of-Sherlock-Holmes-style fog that socked in northern Illinois last Friday afternoon and delayed his flight by an hour and more. But on the other hand, that delay did let me get all of my last-minute cleaning done without having to kill myself to make it out the door in time to meet his original flight arrival time.)
Now I've got the rest of the week and the weekend to while away the hours doing exactly as I please. I'll probably put in some time on an overdue paper that I'd like to have out of the way before the start of the new semester, but otherwise, I anticipate watching a lot of television, reading some of my Christmas haul of books, and perhaps hitting the after-Christmas sales to see what little things I can pick up for our family Christmas celebration in a couple of weeks. (We had to put it off, what with the folks being in Florida and my sister's having to work.)