Home on my own. You have to always love it when you are home on your own. What is not to love? That lovely sense of self. That quite calm that is intoxicating. That ability to please oneself. The knowledge you are not going to be disturbed. There is safety and peace also that you can just gobble up at will.
Sam's gone to the office. Charlie has gone to his internship.
There are always a few things a guy does when he is home on his own.
First up, I went to the bakery to get a freshly cooked muffin.
I'm sitting on the floor at my coffee table. The two dogs are spread out across the couch behind me snoring.
The rain keeps falling outside.
Next, I played the music that I wanted without headphones. That sound bar never gets a workout.
Then I simply did as I pleased.
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