It's bachelor week here in Tuckahoe. Alane has the boys out in Ohio, leaving me here to my own devices. Coffee for one? My turkish coffee pot is just the right size. Laundry piling up? Air-dry soiled garments in the humid air and try not to sit too close to anyone at office meetings. Provisions running low now that I'm half-a-week without a car? Eat upstairs with Guido's mom.

I got this all figured out.

But one thing is very troubling: it is unnaturally quiet around here. I'm sitting here in the living room, lounging in my boxer shorts, window open to catch the breeze, TV and radio off... and it's so quiet. Makes it hard to think -- which I wouldn't have suspected during any of the normal chaos which also makes it hard to think.

I await blog reports of Cacophony in Cuyahoga, Flakiness in Florida, and Nepotism in Nebraska (what the hell, he is my brother).