Isolation

I am a person comfortable with being alone. I like it; some days I crave it as much as any other life-giving substance, as time alone is as necessary to me as air and water.

But I confess that sometimes, these days, I feel lonely. I miss adult companionship, someone to talk to. My daughter is fussy, so I am more home-bound than I would like, and while I'm getting to read more, the tiny part of me that enjoys socializing misses people.

Of course, in a year I'll be bemoaning my lack of personal time. It's feast or famine, of course.