Is it still agoraphobia if you just don't want to go outside? Are you officially a hermit if you stay at home because that's your favourite place in the world. It's where your stuff is. It's where your books are and your coffee pot and your computer. It's where your big chair is and your photos and your albums and your big, comfy bed. Above all, it's where your sweetie is, at least most of the time. I like staying home. I like pajama days and fuzzy slipper evenings. I don't have to be stepping out for parties and concerts and movies and games.

Maybe when I retire, 330 days from now, I'll begin to learn to be bored with it all. But for now, home is the place I love. In fact, I'd love to be there right now. Sigh.