I am patiently waiting for der Brucer to return home. He had to travel to the Eastern Shore, to make sure the elder grandlad got home. (For some reason, the bus that usually gets him there won't be running on any Thursday this month.) He told me he'd be home by "about eight," so I figure I've got another hour for him to get here (Magic Mommy no doubt had to argue with him about anything and everything, and that always takes longer than he expects).