- The little brewers (2) are both still healthy and moderately clean.
- The fish (2) are still alive.
- The mail has been picked up.
- The dishes are (mostly) washed.
- No laundry has been harmed.
Yesterday Brewguy called me on his cell and said, "Check out the street camera in Walla Walla." I pulled up the webpage and waited as the camera swung back and forth across the street, focusing first on the Starbucks, then up Main Street, then on Title Plaza.
"Do you see me waving?" There he was, on camera, waving.
"Yes, I see you! Hi!" I replied. For just the briefest instant, I forgot that Brewguy was on the other side of the country waving at a light pole and I returned the gesture. I waved back. I waved AT MY COMPUTER.
Then my synapses had the following exchange:
Synapse 1: "You're waving at your computer."
Synapse 2 (freezes hand in embarassment): "Oops!" it giggled. "That was silly. I hope he didn't see that!"
Synapse 1 (rolls virtual eyes): "He can't see you. He's in Walla Walla."
Synapse 2: "Oh, yeah."
Synapse 3: "What's for dinner?"
Synapse 1: "Do you mind? We're talking here!"
Synapse 4: "I have to pee."
It's busy in Brewgal's head. Brewguy is coming home tonight. I hope he's bringing wine.