Solitude

I'll tell ya what – there is something to be said for spending an evening at home alone once in awhile. Over the past 24 months, I've gone from being a person who spent all his free time alone to a person who spends almost none of it alone.

I haven't had any music on tonight or anything else.

There was a Taoist writer – it's one of those guys who's in "The Taoist Classics" – who pretty much dismissed music as man's half-assed effort to improve on the sounds of nature.

All I'm hearing tonight is a fan, the clicks of my keyboard and the occasional yawn or snort of a sleeping cat.

Refreshingly peaceful.