Midwest Chick and Mr. B. as soon as that time off started.
Og is off at a fencing tournamet (no extra charge for that mental image), but will try and stop by and most of the usual gang will be around. Rolling into that long driveway is always like going home to family. We so miss Schmoo the Lab, but we can still connect, this small band of furry and not so furry friends. I, for one, know a big black lab that loves it up there amongst his other "people", the cats, the open land, full of birds and rogue squirrels (not to mention the smell of Mr. B.'s incredible cooking).
Then perhaps, a trip to a local range to say hi to another friend who is a member, just to make sure they didn't redecorate the ladies "powder room."
Especially when there's chocolate malted dinosaur pancakes to go with them.