My Baby's Comin' Home

Five days home alone with my sheet metal symphony is enough. Just got a call that the Weaver scored an earlier flight. The pot roast is in the crock pot, the plants are watered, the grass is mown, the clothes are washed and the house is vacuumed. I picked up a six pack of Killians. There is a bottle of 17 year old scotch for later. In the words of that blues immortal:

...when I just heard this,
man, I did the twist,
my baby's comin' home...

We'll be twistin' the night away...