House Arrest

Most days I feel like I’m on house arrest. I may go an entire day, or even an entire week, without ever leaving the house. I go upstairs to my office to work. I go downstairs to eat, play, and get away from work. But I never leave the house.

It’s not so much that I miss people, although sometimes I do. It’s not that I want to go back to the office. It’s that I want to go out and do something fun. I want to take a vacation. I want a change of scenery, but in a personal way, not in a work way.

This issue is that my wife goes to work. So, all she wants to do is come home. She’s tired of being out and about, and she wants to relax at home. So, we’re constantly at odds with what we want. Therefore I bend and give, so we stay home, and my imprisonment continues. All I’m missing is an ankle monitor!