Here's Your Hat, What's Your Hurry?

This morning, Mrs. Robbo, together with the Llama-ettes, set off for the vast, secure compound of Fort LMC. The point of their visit was to come and see the baaaay-bee.

I, too, was to be part of the mission, but when I awoke I found that I had a distinct touch of bronchitis and other symptoms of the bug that has been hovering around Orgle Manor for the past week or so. Thus, in order not spread the infection, I elected to stay home. Mrs. Robbo, I believe, was deeply suspicious of my ailment, but there it is. Cough. Cough. (Also. starting next week I have a positive bear of a remainder of the month, with multiple out of town depositions to deal with, and I need to rest up before taking the plunge.)

Anyhoo, there is still some question as to whether this is going to be a one or two night visit. Before she left, Mrs. Robbo was wondering out loud just how long she could stick the rich mixture of a not-sleeping-through-the-night-yet newborn, the Future ROTC Scholarship Recipient, his little sister the Princess and our crew of Llama-ette howler monkeys, and whether Mrs. LMC would understand if she cut short her stay.

"You know," I said, "Mrs. LMC is probably having exactly the same reservations as you and may end up wanting to throw you out as much as you want to leave."

I have a feeling there will be an amicable meeting of the minds on this point.