Angus lifts off

Angus, a few years ago

Just at the moment, I'm in need of a doggie-downer or something similar.

Not ten minutes ago, my older son, Angus, took off to the south. With a stop to visit family members in New Jersey, he is headed in a night-long drive to the environs of Atlanta, Ga., where he will become a track coach ... assuming he can find a part-time job that will fill in around the financial edges of the coaching gig. I know he'll do fine, but, but, but....

Point is, from where I sit, he's gone and I feel as light and empty as a sucked-out egg shell.