So this is what you all do on an autumn Sunday?

You sit in the house in gym shorts and no shirt and try to convince your wife that what you’re doing is necessary so she she’ll stop “wondering” if you might actually get some work done.

If I had known how great this was, I wouldn’t have worked so hard to keep the Chargers in San Diego. I fail at enough things. I didn’t need to add that to the list.

I’m kidding. But it was nice to be able to change the channel sometimes rather than being forced to watch bad football.

Sunday was the first time since 2004 that I did not attend a game the Chargers played.

I wrote in my first-ever column that I would hold A.J. Smith responsible if I didn’t get to personally witness every one of the games Philip Rivers started. Turned out, Dean Spanos was to blame.

As if I needed another reminder.

By the way, the planned flight of a plane toting a banner that read “Eli was right, Dean Spanos is a loser” was canceled due to weather around MetLife Stadium. Joseph MacRae, the former Chargers fan whose fundraising efforts had funded airborne message over the Chargers’ “home” games at StubHub Center this season was undaunted, saying a flight will precede the team’s game in Oakland next week.

As perfect as that message would have been, coming as it would have before a game against Eli Manning, the player vilified for so long in San Diego for his refusal to play for the Chargers, no one actually needed that reminder about the Chargers chairman.

So, alas, a streak of 206 regular and postseason games came to an end with the Los Angeles Chargers going to New Jersey without me.

I would have stayed in New York. The Renaissance 57, top floor, balcony looking down both 57th and Lexington.

So I missed out on that.

I also absolutely missed the opportunity to chronicle the first victory of the season for Philip Rivers. And, really, the rest of the players and coaches. You cover a team on a daily basis and you know how hard they work and how Sunday either validates that toil or leaves them feeling empty. You remember these are people, and none of them are named Spanos.

But there will also be no wake-up call at 4 a.m. ET tomorrow so I can get back across the country to listen to the head coach and players talk about finally winning one — the Chargers avoiding their 10th straight loss by coming back for a 27-22 victory over the winless Giants.

So I won’t miss that.

My wife, who used to know it was football season only because her top employee wasn’t available for hard labor, said Saturday night she had a list of things for me to do Sunday.

I told her that given that this was my first Sunday home this time of year in many years I would need to work up to actually completing any work. And also, “Could I get some room service like I normally would on a Sunday morning when the Chargers were on the road?”

Turned out, there was absolutely no service in that room this weekend.

So where I would have been having eggs someone else cooked, I made my own Sunday and then realized I was out of coffee.

Blessing in disguise. I hadn’t been to downtown Fallbrook in a while. I love my little town.

#BrookTown #BrookTown

And driving down Main Avenue on a Sunday morning reminds me of how it was when I was growing up here – before all the people from Orange County and L.A. moved in. You know, the kind of migration that makes sense, not the other way around.

I worked out, too. There wouldn’t have been any exercise in New York. For the first time since I was too young for it to really matter, I might actually still be in shape come January.

I’m really starting to see the good in this.

Back at home, when she finally noticed I was here and that the Chargers were on TV and put it all together, my 15-year-old daughter made an observation about the drama regarding the Chargers leaving.

“It is ridiculous,” she said. “It’s just football.”

I didn’t get into it with her — neither about the hypocrisy of her deriding the drama of other people nor the fact that people deserve to be upset about a team that was here for 56 years being ripped from them. She talks enough. I didn’t need to prompt her do to it more.

But, you know, the sentiment, while delivered in the absolutist way that 15-year-old girls deliver virtually all pronouncements, isn’t entirely off.

Maybe we needed them to play away from L.A. to move on. With them not playing in the toy stadium in front of a pro-visitor crowd, there was nothing to laugh about.

And then they won. That, too, had to put a damper on the hate watching.

So when the game ended, I asked San Diego’s thoughts via Twitter — you know, since folks had so relished the 0-4 start.

There were those who chimed in that they loved it, same as they would if the San Diego Chargers won. We must remember there are still Chargers fans among us.

Several of you indicated you agreed with my daughter. (Sorry about that.)

There was disappointment in Eli Manning.

San Diego State football fans took the opportunity to remind me there is a winning football team still in town.

There was some giddiness over the fact a victory could end harming the Chargers when it comes time to draft next year.

At least one fan lamented El Pollo Grill, the Bonita restaurant that celebrates Chargers losses by giving away free food, is off the hook this week.

The Chargers (not in response to me) did send out a tweet with a link to their team site offering 20 percent off merchandise. The fine print revealed the offer expired two Mondays ago. Folks, we will always be able to laugh at them.

Anyway, those were among the more than 100 responses I got in the first hour.

We should try to not base too many decisions or analyses on Twitter, but it’s what we’ve got here. So I will tell you that a similar tweet last year — even last week — would have gotten five or 10 times that many responses.

Maybe more of you have found out there are other things to do on Sunday.

You will, in fact, have to excuse me now. I have some work to do.