Both the other grown-ups crashed early, and I (ill and therefore antisocial and sore) was left in charge of the child. He is old enough to play by himself, but it was chilly and rainish outside, so there was a feeling of catharsis in the air -- not the best atmosphere to be alone in if you're not solitary by nature (or, at least, feeling like being in company with someone in preference to being alone with yourself).
Of course, I was antisocial and sore.
We managed, somehow. I think I managed to convey that it was a stretch for me to even have my door open at that moment, much less be talking with him at a distance.
How am I going to manage this when I have kids of my own?