"The day was Thursday and as the close of work beckoned on me, the special liquid joy of returning home shot through my body. Going home had always been special; getting a cold bath, finding a meal to devour, seeing part of a movie, reading, writing, rejuvenating and sleeping at home. A memory was created, a sad memory...." Bon appétit.
https://oduoguvictor./2021/10/17/sinking-in-regret-final-thought/