Well, it's just Drew and me for the next three days.

Elizabeth is off to DC with a co-worker for a conference on aqua therapy, and I worked at home this afternoon after she left (she arrived safe and sound already). Drew goes to the babysitter tomorrow, then he and I get to hang out on Friday night, then we're off to my parents to hang out, then on Sunday Lizzie's mom wants to watch him for a few hours. So it's not like I'm totally flying solo here...

But it's weird, not having Lizzie around -- she left lots of milk for us, and Drew's eating mostly solid food anyway, but still -- I feel like a single parent. I don't know how they do it. I guess you just know you have to do everything, so there's never any question about staying in bed while your significant other gets up to rock/nurse the child back to sleep if he wakes. It's all me! I'm the dad and the mom -- now where's my manary gland? (Sorry, a lame "Meet the Fockers" reference).

Meanwhile, my Palm Pilot has died -- the screen doesn't register the right location for where I tap, and I can't recalibrate it. It's over 5 years old, which is ancient as far as tech is concerned. But it's annoying the shit out of me. I still want to use the damn thing, and I don't want to buy another one.

Finally, still not doing much writing -- I'm going to get up tomorrow and re-read those chapters I've been meaning to read all week on the new novel. I just can't seem to get back into that one. And tonight I'm reading Stross and Doctorow's "Jury Duty" from the second issue of Argosy. And I'll be listening for Mr. Drew, on my own, and missing my wife next to me... Later!