It goes on without me

My husband (MH) is in Montana, his first solo journey for our business. He is finally, finally finding his grounding and his voice. His harem of adoring therapists has got him well-encircled and I'm sure will attempt to lead him far astray from the scripted path. But, it's a big first step for him, and a good warm-up for his story-telling neurons. This should make things much smoother when we have to teach together in December.

Now, if he could only fix that nagging conference-space problem for the class I'm bringing out there in two weeks.

White knight to the rescue on his charging horse - it's his favorite thing to do.