It is a quiet day.
Jason is on his way home from hunting.
Emerson is with my parents so that Jason and I can go to a going-away party this evening.

It's just me today.
I ran some errands and then decided to use my alone time to see the movie, Nanny Diaries. I read the book years ago and the movie was as cute as the book.

Alone time is rare time now-a-days, and while I often think about having more of it, I am thankful that I don't.
Have you ever been putting a puzzle together and found that you are missing a few of its pieces? Looking at it, you can see what the whole is like, but it's still impossible to appreciate because those few pieces are missing? That is what alone time is like now. The first few hours are great, but slowly, I realize that there are valuable pieces missing and that everything is not quite whole. It is a good thing to realize that your heart is dependant on someone else.