I’ve spent a lot of days and nights (most) by myself this last year. I think I generally handle the isolation pretty well. Tonight is tough. It makes you realize why being able to selectively turn off memories is such a common trope in science fiction stories.

I took another walk. I wandered through a neighborhood near here and looked at all the Christmas lights. I thought about seeing the girls tomorrow morning.

Luckily, I remembered to turn on my window lamp before I left so it would welcome me as I approached on the return. It’s definitely a hard night to be alone.