So, I get home from having the truck serviced to find an empty house. Well, technically not empty; the Mrs. is asleep upstairs (she drew the overnight shift this weekend). But I expected to find TheBoy in his pajamas playing video games - and he was nowhere to be found. Not playing his Xbox. Not playing the Wii (don't ask. I was against the idea of dueling game systems). Huh.
Head upstairs and he's not in his room. Okay. Go back down and look in the garage expecting to see his bike gone, and it's still there (on the plus side, at least he's smart enough to not ride his bike in the rain). I look around for a note telling me that he's gone out and find nothing; not at his place at the dinner table, not on the center island where his school bag goes, nothing.
Just as I'm starting to get a little bit concerned, my phone buzzes. He texted me that one of his buddies invited him to go bowling, and that it was okay with mom (when he texted me I was driving home, and didn't hear the original message come in; he texted me before he left). Crisis averted thanks to technology. Now, it's funny - I have an iPhone and get texts/messages/etc. on a regular basis - I just never thought to check to see if my son had texted me about hanging out with his friends.
It's a pretty amazing age we live in, isn't it?
That is all.