Right now Anne is all sour and bitter at me

because I joined Scottish Rite Masonry, and after the initial degrees, I'm out 3 nights in a month. AASR will get me my 32°. Right now I'm public enemy no.1 for Anne. It's not like I'm out gambling or in the bar a couple times/week or chasing after women. This will blow over soon. She's just pissed because I was out Friday and now out last night at prictice. Half the time she's out shopping or sleeping. 

I think today or tomorrow, I'm out to get my RSV shot and a haircut and maybe a bite to eat at the food court, and home. It'll be one of these days. Tonight is the fallout of Saturday's Royal Rumble Anyway, that's all for now.