Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Ol’ Robbo is going to confess that he really doesn’t much care for the High Holidays, or perhaps more accurately hosting the High Holidays. What with all the planning, shopping, cleaning, cooking, and the rest of it, not to say, you know, still having a job, I invariably fall into the Martha Trap. I much prefer to Mary along in the quieter parts of the year when nobody expects me to do anything else and I can concentrate.
Heigh-ho. At least I suppose it keeps me from brooding too much. As I mentioned the other day, Mrs. R is away. Long-term friends of the decanter (and friends of the llama before that) may recall that Ol’ Robbo rayther enjoyed the peace and quiet of periodic bachelorhood back in the day, particularly when the Gels were small. Now, not so much. I find myself getting antsy after no more than 48 hours of Mrs. R’s absence, especially now that Decanter Dog is gone. (Yes, there are the cats but, well, cats. They have staff, if you know what I mean and I think that you do.) Makes me actually look forward to slogging down to the office the next couple days.
Anyhoo, nothing for it but to put one’s head down and muddle through. I doubt if I’ll post again before next Monday, so here’s to a very happy Easter in advance! See you on the other side.
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March 26, 2024 at 4:15 pm
Old Dominion Tory
All the blessings of the Triduum, Robbo, and a Happy Easter.