There were afternoons in San Diego where I'd walk barefoot in cargo shorts around and around my twelve square foot yard. I'd wait until you got off work so you could slip into bed and call me first thing. I always imagined what it must be like to share a house with someone who makes it clear that they'd rather be somewhere else with someone else. I silently always told myself that I'll never find myself that other person in the other room - a guest in his own house.