My 'baby' is 25 and moved out yesterday. I'm all alone! Woot! Got up this morning and picked up, knowing it will stay that way. Got the lights all on the tree. Made cinnamon raisin bread from scratch. Laundry all sorted, each sort is less than a basketful. Ohhh, I'm not suffering empty nest syndrome, yet. About an hour and a half ago, in comes the youngest, girlfriend and dog in tow. "Please watch the dog. Where' my jacket, I can't find it? Did you see???? Nope, so far it's a bit like a deserted island, like Manhattan.