The virtue of solitude

It's still surreal, me living on my own. In the middle of the night, when I get up to pee, I marvel that I am not scared shitless that there's no one else around. I talk to myself a lot too, but that's nothing new. My Mother says that's where my creativity comes from; I think it's the beginning of Alzheimer's. But in essence, I'm not really talking to myself. I have conversations with someone else... in my head. It's not an imaginary person. I mean, he's not there presently but he does exist. And I know his speech patterns so I just fill in for him. It helps me think and I know no one is going to walk in on me asking, `who are you talking to?` I'm also more focused now, I made a promise to read one chapter every morning; I've been religious for 3 weeks. I am never religious about anything for more than a week. If I make it past week four, I'll add running and ...something else to my regimen. Finally! I am truly independent and the feeling is ... I'll let you know