Close the drawbridge and seal it shut
I shall eschew all visitors tonight
All staff may have weekend furlough
Are the gators fed? No?
Good, their starvation a perfect remedy for any stragglers
No unwanted guests will alter my plans
This place is impenetrable
I need no lookouts
For the next 63 hours I will roam as I please
Savor the bumps in the night
The creaking floors a magnificent quirk that I shall never tire of
God’s furry little creatures are welcome to the pantry
There’s plenty to go around
Fires wills be stoked to keep the chill off
Wine will be consumed in a sufficient volume
Naps will be taken without guilt or worry
There’s nothing quite like a solitary weekend in one’s castle
Whipped Owl 