The boy was home to see friends over the long weekend; he came in while D & I were in Vancouver. (...was he really able to get tickets? ...will he be able to get home from the bus? ....will he really have his key? I need to stop worrying so much - he was fine) He spend most of the time out and about, but we had dinner together and hit Half Price Books the evening before he left again. His absence left a bigger hole this time, probably because we went from 'having him here' to 'not having him here', without the intermediate step of having the drive over and back. The Cat With A Thousand Names is sure chatty now that the boy's gone again. I've spent the morning playing fetch with him and his mouse.