If I had a night to myself, and hookers showed up with blow, I'd be like "get off my lawn!!!" for real.
When I had COVID in April, I was "stranded" in Florida by myself; I ate pizza, Jersey Mike's, and binged on 1932, Stranger Things and The Beatles "Get Back". It was glorious. I'm not sure I actually spoke more than 50 words a day (when I'd call home).