My sister left early this morning.
Twenty minutes later Micah was out the door for the bus.
Five minutes after that, Randall was gone, dropping Thomas off on his way to Edmonton.
So now it's just my coffee and me, and Siriusly Sinatra... my other favourite satellite radio station.
I should get a move on though. I have forty-five minutes... maybe an hour if I push my luck and get there a little late... to be ready for the last MOPS of the season.
I had a good visit with my little sister. Some good conversations, a few family mysteries solved, a few canasta games won and lost.
But this fifteen minutes of peace, quiet, coffee and Frank is just the lull before the storm.
So, off I must go.