Saturday Evening

The atmosphere feels heavy tonight. Part of it is the weather outside–dull and damp.

But part of it is being alone. I don’t feel lonely exactly, but….

Limited, I feel limited, confined, a single one, not part of a couple any more. I’ve many friends, a loving family but alone.

Yet on Tuesday I travel to Reagan Airport in Washington, D.C. to be met by two dear old friends; later, in a day or so, I will see our son and his wife. Maybe a granddaughter or two.

That’s okay. I’m okay.  It’s just boring and long, this evening.  6:54. I’ll read and do some Sudoku. Take a shower. Pack some more. Time passes. Always.


Later: Bernie called to ask if anyone was coming to see him tomorrow. I say, shout, “Yes! I am.”