I sit here at work, trying to kill the remainder of my lunch hour by writing down thoughts that I have written down many times before. I sound like a broken record at this point, or maybe a damaged MP3. I have some wonderful moments on my deck, listening to music, and stargazing, but I have no one to share these pleasures with. The loneliness is stifling sometimes.
Time to get back to work, continuing to count the minutes until I get to walk out the door on continue on to home. Maybe the rain will stay off my back tonight, when I spend my leisure time outside on the deck. Last night I was able to witness a moon-rise that was worthy of any werewolf movie.