It's time for my wife Theresa and my three girls to head off on their annual Road Trip to visit her mother in Las Vegas, her father in Alameda, and my father in Portland. They do this every year, six years running now. They're going to be gone for two weeks, although the current plan is that I'm flying down to meet them for a side trip to Disneyland.
So that leaves me home alone with the Snowball (our all white cat, as you might guess) and Ginny, our chow-German Shepard mix.
It's somewhat odd when they're all gone and it's just me in the house. Empty and quiet, totally different from the normal "active" household we have. It takes me a while to get used to it.