Dropped M. off at the airport a couple of hours ago. It seems a bit quiet around here without another person around. Of course, that sounds dramatic and self-pitying, but it’s really just an observation. I actually don’t mind a little quiet every now and again.

More importantly, even if I miss him this week, I’ll see him next week. And, this coming week I have shitloads of work to do, so I wouldn’t have a lot of time to be with him anyway. It’s all for the best in the best of all possible worlds, like Pangloss might have said. Or maybe it was Candide. Who the fuck cares, really?

Other than that I’m sitting waiting to see whether a friend or two call. I am an impatient waiter. I never know whether to commit to say making some dinner for myself or to continue waiting.