Home again. I had time to myself. Just me. So I decided to go to the gym and work out, read a few chapters in a mystery, and have dinner alone in the kitchen, watching the rain fall down from the heavens, listening to it plink off the small balcony outside the sliding glass doors between the kitchen and dining room.
News time. Nap time. Jeopardy time. I thought of watching a movie on Netflix but passed on the idea. Instead, I curled up in a reading chair and decided to knock off another one hundred pages in the mystery I was reading. By ten o’clock, I opened a bottle of red wine, drank a glass, and thought it best to turn in for the night.
Not three minutes into bed, I heard someone tapping on my apartment’s front door. Tap. Tap. Tap. I thought it Jimmy, willing to discuss a marriage pro
