In about 15 minutes we’re all piling into the car – daughters, dogs, the whole gang – and taking Peggy into the city to catch a plane to the Good for Her Feminist Porn Awards in Toronto.
That will leave me to take care of the kids, the dogs, the house, which is fine with me. What’s not fine with me is not sleeping next to my wife for the next couple of nights, not getting to see and touch her bare body. When we’re apart, I miss her terribly.
But it’s for a good cause, right? I shall find a way to endure.