Mrs. Shark left me this morning, taking David with her. She went to California for a week to help her mother, who is recovering from surgery. As far as I know, they'll back next Wednesday. Still, this is almost the longest separation we have suffered in more than six years. I am helpless. Back in the San Francisco house, I knew where everything was. It was my house before we were married, I set it all up. The wife worked and I had to share in the household chores. Here in Seattle, Irene is taking a break from work and has been an effective homemaker while I toil away at my business. I know nothing about taking care of the house or where anything is. Dishtowels? Mayonnaise? Toilet paper?

Blogging might be heavy, as I may have difficulty finding other ways to entertain myself.