I was in my den, recumbent upon my dear old recliner and with my feet up on the coffee table (in direct defiance of house rules). A fire crackled in the fireplace. Soft music tinkled on the hi-fi. In short, I was the very picture of serenity and relaxation. And why not? I felt I deserved a little quiet time to be alone with my thoughts (such as they were) and to recover from the lunacy of the past week. Chaos had finally packed its bags and vacated the premises (and good riddance!).
I sighed happily. What better place for a man (this man specifically) to escape from the trials and tribulations of the world than into my den, my man cave, my sanctum sanctorum? In this room I am I master and commander. I am lord of this modest realm; laird of this estate.
My absolute monarchy…
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