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May 20, 2007
Sitting in the cool dark of my house, alone this Sunday night, listening to Echoes and Hearts of Space after a weekend spent working in the garden, knitting, and reading. Looking forward to a good soak in the tub to ease the muscles. This is very much how I used to spend my weekends. And somehow, it seems as unfulfilling as it did back then, perhaps more so, as I have become accustomed to having some kind of life on the weekend, a loving contact with someone: doing stuff together, even just sitting on the couch together watching bad TV.