Late at Night…

Late at night a big old house gets lonely… — “Lyin’ Eyes”, The Eagles

Becky left for Florida yesterday — man is this house quiet when no one else is here!

I’ve discovered I have no sense of time when she’s not here. I don’t eat on schedule or sleep on schedule, and I find myself totally immersed in my projects, only to discover it’s waaaaay past my bedtime. Maybe that’s the way of bachelorhood — I’ve never really lived much of that kind of life, so it’s always new to me whenever Beck’s gone for a few days.