This morning, Mrs. Foot underwent her final (with any luck) surgery of this whole ordeal that began last October. She's doing well, and is currently sleeping off the anesthesia.
I am here at home at her beck and call. But since she's sleeping soundly, I don't anticipate neither a beck nor a call for several hours.
Did I mention that the offspring are with relatives all day?
Or that it's 80 degrees and sunny?
And the Brewers are playing an afternoon game?
Or that I've got beer in the fridge?
Do the math.
P.S. Important instructions to all MilFers coming anon. Watch your e-mail in the coming days.