Meanwhile, at Dad's house,

 I'm not feeling very chatty. Yet. I think I might try to blather later today (I know, shock), but until then here's what's gone on in the basement this morning:

Bob finds a cubby hole

Bob finds another cubby hole

Tom contemplates swimming in the wash drain water

That kind of sums up their personalities, actually. As I said, then, possibility of an actual blather this afternoon (for the first time in how long?) if I don't just decide to doodle instead. Until that happens, I believe that I may be hearing a grilled ham and cheese calling my name. Is that you, lunch?...