He Has the Keys

And I don't mean "death, hell, and the grave."

Pat signed a lease and picked up the keys to his townhouse today. Naturally, my feelings are mixed. Of course it is time for him to be on his own. Of course I am going to miss him. It is not as if he is moving to another county or something, but I feel as though I will not be seeing much of him.

Perhaps it is time for the re-advent of the Thursday Family Dinner.

:o(