So my wife made a friend back in college, and they're still good friends to this day. I suggested she plan a trip to see her friend, and she planned a trip for all of us to go to Connecticut to see her friends family for the weekend.
Not exactly what I had in mind, but a change of scenery is always nice.
Then a friend of mine, that I haven't seen in close to 18 years, lost his grandfather. He was going to fly into town this weekend for the funeral. At my wife's suggestion, I stayed behind so I could pick him up from the airport and host him for a day before he headed out.
His flight arrives at 12:30am Sunday morning. It's now just after 5pm on Friday, and I'm completely alone in the house. It's unnervingly quiet. I'm not used to this.
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