Satisfied

A junior colleague just texted me and wished me a pleasant weekend and hoped I was having a nice Friday evening. I said yes I was, thank you, but didn’t elaborate.  In fact I’m home alone, doing a jigsaw puzzle map of the world in front of the fire, listening to Burt Bacharach songs loudly, drinking wine, and with the doggies as my only company. And the funny thing is, I really meant it. Nowhere I’d rather be.