When am I gonna see that pretty face again?

Driving around alone most of the day has its perks.

No annoying human contact to interrupt your daydreams.

If there's a smell, there is no need to explain that it's the baby carrot that somehow fell into the center console from under the parking brake somehow and then disappeared when you removed the console to investigate.

All the music you want to which you want to listen without apology or qualification. Oh, guilty pleasures.

Yet, all of that means far less when you have no one to tell it to when you get home. I need a parrot this week. Even if he just repeats, at least I know he was listening.