Loneliness gets me to write

I'm officially alone. Just got a call from Scott saying he was driving through cornfields in Boise, Idaho, and the Reimers have not yet finished their vacation in Cancun. That makes me the only one left in town. Thank goodness I only have to endure this for less than a day, but boy is it hard having only Copper to talk to.

I took him for a walk just now. On my walk I realized something about Loneliness. It doesn't hit you until you're in between doing things. You can occupy yourself with as many tasks as you'd like, and it would be all fine. But it's not until you're finished with one task and on to the next that you realize you're used to telling someone what you've just accomplished, or what you're about to do next.

On my walk with Copper we passed a pile of neatly folded clothes along with some other miscellaneous things next to a shopping cart. Yes, even the homeless get bored and lonely enough to categorize their treasures and fold their laundry.

So, although no one will probably read this, I have to tell you that next I'm going to walk down the street to get something for dinner, and then I'm going to come back, work on the newsletter, and then watch Star Wars. I'm so glad I could tell someone.

p.s. How I managed to live in a studio apartment by myself for 2 years I do not know.