Parked a block past my usual spot and walked the rest of the way home tonight.
That pink house with the motorbike out front always slows me down a little. No one on the street, just porch lights starting to flick on here and there.
Something a coworker said at lunch was still looping in my head when I got in the car. By the time I hit this block it had quieted down on its own.
I’ve started doing this on purpose now, the extra block before the front door. Gives me somewhere to leave the day before dinner and homework take over.