It is 7:30 PM, another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody, thank you Sam Cooke.
It is lightly snowing, dark outside, quiet. My children are with X this weekend, these kind of nights are always still.
Me, the cat, warm walls that softly glow of the desert — spare, but beautiful to my mind.
I think of people in their houses, apartments, those with children and partners, those without, the world turns slowly.
Loneliness is an interesting critter. Even if I spend the rest of my days without a companion, I will never be as lonely as I was married. Cold walls, clipped words, no stillness, only strained silence – for more years than I care to believe.
Sometimes I still think there is someone out there for me — most times I don’t. The idea of personal conversation, affectionate company, seems whimsical. That is for others. Given the legal onslaught overwhelming my world, its silliness is a luxury.
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody — sometimes not a bad thing.
Shouldn't...but Do 
Sometimes we need to walk through the desert to reach an oasis. Nothing lasts forever, change will come. Don’t forget Baba ram das who said: “Be here now.” Sending love to you.