He's Gone Again?

Poor Mabel.  She loves Mr. W so, and whenever he leaves she waits patiently on the rug in the foyer in hopes he'll return soon.  This morning, he left for another race weekend in Florida, and won't be home until Sunday evening.  Mabel probably won't hold her faithful vigil for that long, but she'll likely be in the hall for another hour or so before she accepts the fact that she'll have to make do with the poor substitute of me for the next several days!