I had Monday off, and as was my habit on free days, I cleaned the house from top to bottom. It was a one-story residence, with two bedrooms and one and a half bathrooms. I had a small yard in the back. It was far enough away from the city that I could see the stars at night without the glare of the lights downtown.
By midafternoon, I’d finished and was ready to collapse in front of the TV, except, I needed groceries. I preferred bringing my lunch to work instead of paying the absurd prices for the fancy food places around the store. Overpriced, and not enough to fill a man’s stomach satisfactorily, in my opinion.
Sighing, I didn’t even bother to change out of the mildly sweaty T-shirt and faded sweats I wore. Who was there to impress, anyway? At thirty-eight, I was way too old for that n
