“... conspired to let him know that here was haven at last.” (Chapter 11, Big Book)
Home is where I sleep overnight, regardless of what I am doing during the day or how much time I spend there.
Without a home group, I am homeless. If I have a home group, which I do, I go, unless I am out of the country or out of town. I avoid, where possible, being out of town on home group night.
At a group I used to attend many years ago, someone used to come along and sleep during the meeting. His dog would sleep. They would both sleep, both making sleeping noises of variously intrusive and comic natures. People complained. Someone pointed out, though, that this was where they felt at home enough to sleep. They were left alone.
Better to fall asleep in one’s home group than not to go at all.