Walking into my house after a long week of work, I sauntered into the kitchen and poured myself some wine. As typical on a Friday night, my place was pretty quiet. Julia, my 18-year-old daughter, had left for college in the fall and rarely came home on the weekend. Her school wasn't far, but she was always too busy partying and studying to go home to her darling mother. So it was another Friday night where I was alone wit...