Maura is on the other side of the continent! I am flying for myself now! I am sole ruler of the House on the Hill for the next four days!
I am dusting off my collection of disapproved albums! Including Aardvark! Including Led Zeppelin! Including Shampoo! There will be enough Reel Big Fish to fill even the biggest factory trawler!
This is the Andrew Hour! I’m in charge! Me! Self-sufficient and dependent on no one! Why, rehabilitation I might even celebrate my manly manliness by cooking up a couple of marinated steaks smothered in mushrooms and onions!
…as soon as I can figure out how the stove works…and find that mythical place with the shelves and pushcarts that Maura says our food comes from.
I am so doomed, guys….