Today got off to a good and busy start, but as the afternoon has worn on into evening, I've become more and more melancholy. I haven't been much interested in romance or even sex since my wife died, but tonight I'm feeling very conscious of being alone. There's no one in the house to snuggle (except for the cat) and no one to just talk to between rooms. The silence is getting oppressive, but I don't really want to go out anywhere. Sigh. Maybe an early bedtime is in the cards.