Whiskey went to lie down outside, something he does not do too too often. The back door is open. Billy is on the red couch in the living room.

It smells of grilled onions in the kitchen. Yum. I dont know when hubby will return Maybe 3, Maybe 4. I cannot cook in advance for him because I dont know. i hear cop sirens in the farway distance, thankfully, nowhere near us. There was an ambulance next door last week but I saw noone. 

The grilled cheese are assembled and ready to be fried up. The onion wedges are ready. Hubby is nowhere in sight. The onions may be overcooked or overheated by the time he turns up. I hate trying to time dinner when he does not give me a reliable time to be home. He may very well not be home until 4 or even 5pm.