Poor Roper has been on a conference call since the middle of this afternoon. The girls and I had dinner an hour ago.
For most of his team it's only 6:15.
It could be worse. He could be working in his old office and have a half hour commute once he is off the meeting.
Or he could be working in the Loop and wouldn't be home 'till midnight.
I'll just keep packing stuff and warm up the pot roast when he is done.
I do, however, see ice cream in our future tonight.