it never matters.
there is no chance that anyone is home but me.
everyone is accounted for across the far reaches of earth.
keaton on the west coast.
the folks in atlantic city.
my brothers never do the unannounced drop by.
the son and pseudo step kid are occupied in rousing matches of college dorm beer pong.
friends benny and andy aren't talking to me right now.
all doors of entry are bolted shut.
short of a misplaced swat team storming through the second story windows, no one but no one is in or going to come in the house.
i'm in lock-down mode.
so eventually i go to the bathroom to pee.
and i shut the door.
then i lock it.
that's so bobbish.