When the cat's away, the birds will...
When the cat's away, the birds will...well, let me explain. My wife was away this week. She went to Spain with her sisters to see her niece graduate from college. She posted on Facebook, "the weather isn't the only thing in Spain that's hot." I commented "to borrow from BBC Sherlock, 'Down, girl.'" While she was dreaming of spicy Spaniards, I found distraction as well. I wish I could provide exciting tales. My distraction was building a plastic model of a navy ship. Building plastic models is not a typical hobby of fifty-something men living with their wives instead of in their mothers' basements. Nor is it typical of bleeding heart liberals with pacifist tendencies. I take no responsibility for reacquiring my adolescent hobby a few years ago. That lies with my Mediterranean-ogling love. A couple years ago, we went to her friend's wedding in southern Massachusetts. A friend of mine lived nearby in Providence, so we wen