Then there was one.

I'm down to one kid living at home this week. S is in the process of moving out, and while she has a ton more cleaning and moving to do, to be actually finished with the process, the plan, this week, is for her to stay at the new place till Friday. She finally has the "grown up" job, and needs to live closer to work.

While I expected to feel sad about this development, at the moment I'm mostly just relieved that I can plan dinners with zero regards to what she would like to eat. At least till Friday.

Then again, for a very long time, Mondays have been her late days, and I'm not used to having her around till at least 10pm.