After our chat with The Boy the other day, we decided we are long overdue for a visit. It's far too easy to let daily life get in the way of what really matters. Work will be here when we return. The house project schedule will not suffer irreparably from a short delay. Our wonderful neighbor can be recruited to tend the animals for a day or two. It will do all of our hearts good.
So reservations have been made. Leave has been authorized. I'll take my own damned car to the Jiffy Lube for the preparatory oil change. Next week we shall head south and see The Boy in his summer environment! We'll buy him groceries (and toiletries I'm sure), meet his new friends, grimace at the state of his shared apartment, admire his tan, see him perform, feed him and then feed him again, and, most importantly, hug him as much as he'll tolerate.
And I'll not be the one to say "uncle" first, even if my ribs crack.