The guards let my husband go on furlough! He's worked 57 days straight without a day off, and it will have been over sixty by the time he flies home, but they let him go! It's a sad freakin' day when someone gets the equivalent of a normal weekend off and I feel like I've won the lottery.
Now he'll get to see how overgrown the backyard has become, and how I killed his tomatoes.
Maybe he should stay in LA after all.