It’s been more than 24 hours now without Sir Monkeypants, and we are still alive. Provisions are holding out well, and we haven’t even had to give passing thought to cannibalism. Unfortunately, this afternoon’s forecast is calling for thunderstorms, so yesterday’s complex strategy, known to civilians as The Playing Outside Offensive, won’t be repeatable. Plus, FameThrowa moved Ladies’ Night Poker to my house tonight so I wouldn’t have to miss it, which was so nice of her, since now all my gal pals can take my money in the comfort of my own home. But as a result, I need to keep Gal Smiley from napping so she can go to bed by the time poker starts, so it’s looking to be a loooong afternoon. Thank goodness I have lots of chocolate among the provisions for increased stamina (for me, not for the kids!).

We just got back from a trip to the Swiss Chalet for lunch. Sir Monkeypants had promised the Captain we could go this weekend, I think as a break for me, but really I was quite terrified at taking the two of them to a restaurant setting by myself. Gal Smiley was cranky and didn’t touch her food, but otherwise, we emerged unscathed. We’re now home safely and it’s time for a movie. Then I think we’ll see what the two boys next door are up to — I hear they have a pretty good bomb shelter so we should be approved for leaving our own home for a couple of hours.