Well, Simon is officially gone. He should’ve landed sometime around 7:00 this morning his time, which would’ve been 1:00 am our time. He stayed awake all night Saturday, hoping to sleep on the long trip home and be fairly awake by the time he arrived in Birmingham.
I believe the first two things he had on his to do list were: Eat a Mars bar and find a hot dog vendor and get a proper English hot dog.
Hope he was able to do both.
Now that Si has flown the coop, it’s time for me to get back into the groove of writing. I did manage to write some over the weekend, but not enough to feel like I’m back on track. I have a lot of ground to make up for the last two weeks if I’m still gonna try to push thru a rough draft in two months. I can still do it, I just have to force my butt in the chair and write.
It’ll take me a week or so to adjust to my “empty nest”. With Si here, if the boys started fighting, he would just ask, “Can I go beat them up?” and I would say, “sure.” and then before you know it, they were too busy fighting off Simon to worry about each other. And that was always fun to watch. LOL Ian had a hard time adjusting from being big brother to middle brother. Rader didn’t care one way or another. It was just someone else for him to beat up on and tease.
We all miss you, Si.