I'm on a break at my job. I haven't seen my co-workers for a few days now. They have all very politely asked about my weekend, and to most of them I said it was fine, since I know that few of them are really interested in my life outside this office. To a couple, I confided in a personal tragedy that I faced, and I showed this website to one. The only other person that can put my face to this writing is my wife, who will appear prominently in the poetry section but very seldom here. She is always a part of my thoughts and feelings, but I don't think I'm ready to share that part of me with all of you yet, even if you aren't really there.
It occurred to me recently that last month I had to say goodbye, in one way or another, to almost everyone I remotely care about over the past month. It was emotionally draining. Today is a bright spot, though, since my wife and sons are returning from vacation tonight. Yes, they went on vacation without me. My line of work necessitated it. That is the most likely explanation for my voluntary insomnia.
My family is my world. One of the most significant things I realised over the past month is that there isn't anything I miss about being single. I think that's as far as I'm going with that subject for now.
I usually tell you what I'm listening to while I'm writing. Since I'm not playing any music right now, and all I'm listening to is office gossip, I'll mention that I've got The Best of Van Morrison, Volume 2, in the car CD player. It's very uplifting, and I recommend it to anyone that would like to wax philosophical as they drive.