Thursday, July 14, 2011

Last night flying Solo...

Well, I had a wonderful week at our cottage, just East of the Equator last week. However, I do not have the same amount of vacation time that Deirdre has. The General has graciously given me 10 days of vacation until I hit 5 years of service, so I have to use my vacation time very wisely.

Thus, I left the cottage last Sunday and went back to work on Monday. It was a little quiet around the house. From Sunday until Wednesday, I never even turned on the TV. I worked late each day to try to get ahead of things at work so I can sneak out early on Friday. So, I was flying solo this week. I was sort of unsupervised, but since I needed to be at work each day, there was only so much trouble I could get into alone.

I did learn, however, that when I am alone and accidentally drop a peanut or two on the floor and say, "Crumbs" Samson the Dog does not come running to collect the peanuts. I look forward to seeing Deirdre and Samson tomorrow and being able to say "Crumbs!" again when something edible falls onto the floor.

Thanks for the photo, Deirdre. :-)


Deirdre said...

He is killed. You need to come save him. I don't think he can stand another week of this ... :)

Paul's Blog said...

I'll be there as soon as I can! Hang in there, Sammie!