Emptiness

I am beginning to understand how a caged animal in the zoo must feel.

I have a comfortable cage, all the food I need, a space to go outside that is safe and secure and I even have access to an abundance of entertainment via television, roku, and computer, not to mention both Kindle books and a stack of regular ones.

Having spent nineteen of the last twenty days penned up in here, I am fortunate to have people who call quite frequently.

And still . . . with all this . . . life is becoming a bit hollow.

And I don't know what to do about it.

I'm not really asking for help.  Time is the only thing that will really make a difference, but I just need to vent.