I've known for a while I'm tired of leaving home to go to work, staying away from home to be at work --though I do, usually, like my jobs, whatever they may be-- and in general I resent the time work requires me to be away from home.
So I got laid off a week ago Wednesday, December 31st. (It's not a worrisome thing) Yesterday morning I went to my doctor because I have had an earache for a while. As I was pulling out of my driveway I realized something: this is the farthest I've been from the house so far this year!
Yeah, I like being home. I don't leave without a reason.