I contemplate the possibilities a temporarily empty house offers: I relish the thought of cleaning out all the kitchen drawers; I line up all the James Bond movies I own and speak to each individually; I drag the pile of unread novels out from under the bedside table; I flirt with the idea of a "strategic toy giveaway" in my daughter's room.
Then what do I do? I drink red wine with Beth on Tuesday, go out to dinner with Laurel on Wednesday, run the Film Series on Thursday, invite Lou out to drinks on Friday, call up the ladies and declare Saturday "Women and Wine" at my house.
I'll be lucky to get my bag packed in time to leave. Screw the silverware.
Sheesh.
