Tonight would have been a good night to have someone to come home to. Silly, trivial, meaningless things drug me to the end of my rope today. It shouldn't be hard to recover, but a day like this reminds me of how good it can be to have someone who knows me, who can be present with me, who can hear me in spoken and unspoken ways. I have more peace with being single than many people I know, but I won't pretend there isn't a difference. A little dinner might help my disposition.