So strange, this life - how quickly things can change after periods of monotony. I am enjoying Raquel and the boy being gone. I had thought that perhaps I would experience some anxiety about being alone. Nope. It is ideal, seemingly the precise thing that was needed. It is pleasant to get some much needed space. I hope a similar thing feels true for them.
It was just a normal Monday - work, food, music, a bike ride, walking the dog twice. There is pain and suffering and worry everywhere except here and within me tonight. It is quiet. In every direction I listen I hear only the quiet gurgling of nature. I will make a note, to remind myself of the pleasures of solitude. The many pleasures of seclusion.