Jack and I get drinks on Thursdays, at least we try to. We didn’t last week, and we won’t next week. It’s because we’re busy people and he travels, I don’t. 

A not inconsiderable part of me wants to do more things on a weekly or a bi-weekly basis, but I don’t know if I realistically have room for more than two more weekly arrangements, and one of them has got to involve Abby specificially. A date, I think, is what they call it. 

We’ve not got the moeny for a babysitter, not on a weekly basis, not on a monthly one, but even if we did, hell, I don’t think we’d be comfortable with that. I’d rather have Roby come with us for the drink we have out, or the pasta. 

But pasta or drinks or what not, I think we have got to do. It’s been an awful long time since we’ve been on a date, with Roby or not. Maybe tomorrow, let’s aim for tomorrow.