I'm gonna go out on a limb here. I don't think it's the gas this time. I think today was Bruce's day off. The weather may have been too bad to be outdoors.
No, I'd say it's half cabin fever, half J.D., and half loneliness.
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
