Silence and Stillness

So, the house is now quiet, what with The Usual Suspects being gone from Sunday Dinner. just left to go have a drink or a cigar with Alan W. at the Best Western Lone Star. and just got a ride home with , and took his two heterosexual friends to some place to get them a bite to eat. Except for B’harnee, who is always in the Big Dog House (John’s bedroom), I have the place to myself.

One of the things I always enjoyed about living by myself in the past is the stillness when I’m alone. I miss that about living in my apartment in Sacramento – even though I had a roommate, he wasn’t there except at night to sleep, pretty much. Being able to be alone seems precious to me, mostly because I don’t get much of it these days.

I love those Sunday Dinner folk, but sometimes I just wish we didn’t have to have that event every week.

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