On a recent drive to or from the airport, Hubband asked me, "One or both of the girls will be home in mid-June, won't they?"
"Well, yeah, they will. Why?"
Well, I have a conference in Washington, DC, that starts on the twenty-third of June and could leave a few days early if there was some one home for the dogs and cat."
"Are you inviting me to go with you for our anniversary?"
"Sure, if you want to go."
Silly man! Of course I want to go on a vacation with him! For ticket arrangements he needed to know when I wanted to come home. So of course I asked how long he needed to stay and it turns out he is coming back on the twenty-fifth. Apparently he was worried that I might be bored while he was in his meetings. Right. If I get bored in Washington, DC, that is my own darn fault! (Anybody have any suggestions of yarn shops I should check out while I am on my own?)