FavoriteBoy is at Gregg's bachelor party and I am lonely... for him and for watching episodes of JAG with him. (I'm not allowed to watch ahead without him.) I'm watching a lame late-night cooking show on WGBH where a foreign woman is claiming that "there is nothing more comforting than a bowl of soup." I disagree. A husband at home watching JAG with me, for example, would be more comforting.