Worst fears.

My house is chaos, business left undone. My fish hopelessly glide through the filth I have abandoned them to.  I am at home yet home seems vacant.  I would make myself a meal but that would require breaking the self imposed exile to a couch that is only a shadow of it's former.  I will lay here with only the comfort that the monotonous narration of a History Channel documentary can offer, and wait for the slow yet all-encompassing  clutches of afternoon sleep.