It's not actually posted, but the sentiments are true enough.
On the other hand, I never know when my auto-pilot is going to show up. She doesn't even knock. She got here about an hour ago. Did a load of laundry, made the bed, and started separating toiletries into allowed and not allowed.
She was here when we left for Rome, but apart from that, since I haven't had to fly to work for 10 weeks, she's been scarce.
(Yes. Ten. Weeks. Hello, on-line training.)
I've had time to do lots of things.
Fix up my yard.
Use Visio for evil. (That's the software I drew the flowchart in, Mom. It's sarcasm. I'm not evil. Weird, yes. Evil, hardly.)
Get every electronic document I have onto one hard drive.
Read the urban dictionary.
Spend hours listening to new music.
Build outdoor furniture.
Invent toe bowling.
Which, naturally, is played with a baseball.
And a friend.
