It’s one of those sleepless nights when the bed feels so empty… I keep rolling over and reaching out like any minute, someone is going to be there.  And my ears keep fooling me, telling me there’s a key in the lock, a text message on my phone, something… Who do I think might suddenly be there?  For someone who has managed to hone Stubbornly Single into a fine art, this is surely odd behavior.

Usually, this is when I might get contemplative and go off on some worldview shattering mental quest, but now I just sit and wait.  I’ll go back and wait for sleep and hope for rest along with it.