It is a rare evening. I have the whole house to myself. Byron is teaching a flying lesson. Cari is at a work bbq. And I have the house to myself. So I had leftover pizza. Drank a glass of wine. I'm thinking of making a salad with my freshly ripe tomatoes. I'm trying very hard not to think about work, but a week before a mission that I'm a lead on is making that very difficult.