Pretty much the same.
I drive on long stretches of road, passing faceless drivers.. personalities only passed on by the way they drive, their driving habits.
I pull into the gravelled drive and am greeted by the silent exterior of my warm home.
We cook, we eat, we discuss. Desserts, enjoyed most nights but not all.
Then we lie comatose. Trying to break that habit we sometimes turn on the radio, opening a Pandoras box of cacophony. These are moments i enjoy more.
Other times we attempt to complete projects that would make Sisiphus appear to be slacking. We take our time, as our home is here to stay.
Eventually we succumb.
It all starts again tomorrow.