John Mayer’s Continuum takes me back to the days I lived alone. Having the windows open in my town house while I cleaned. A breezy fall or spring day. Football or basketball in the background. Something cooking. Cups of coffee. Making my bed. And my closet full of clothes and shoes, so many shoes. Running to the grocery store, inspired to make something specific for dinner. Talking on the phone. Taking a long shower. Sitting on the couch with the front door open.