Would you believe....?

Channeling someone or other....

I've not blogged for a couple of days.

Yes.

Well, I've been really busy giving career advice to Conan O'Brien.

You don't believe that? Would you believe I'm just waiting for everyone else in America to finish expressing their opinions about Mark McGwire before I give my own?

No?

Well, would you believe that I've been busy doing other things?

Not that either, huh?

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Still, the truth is often hard to believe, at first.

I had a text yesterday morning from Middle Son -- you know, the one who moved out Sunday night? He thought he'd come home last night for a visit.

I dutifully informed Long Suffering Spouse of our son's plans when we spoke at lunchtime.

"What's Wrong?" she exclaimed.

Nothing, I told her. And, for a change, I was right.

I got home after Middle Son did. I found him, eating my dinner and using my Internet. (He was trying, in fairness, to make arrangements to get cable and broadband service installed in his new swinging bachelor pad.)

He went back safely to his apartment last evening, freighted down with additional things he or his mother thought he might be able to use. He had so much to take back, in fact, that he forgot something.

Long Suffering Spouse was going to call but I persuaded her that he'd probably hold out without this food item until next he sees us. Which will probably be Sunday.

There were times when he was living under our roof that I didn't see him this frequently. But that's another story.