After checking out a cardio video and an old-school book (Cashelmara -- loved it when I was a kid) at the very cute Nebraska City library, I came back to the center and sliced up some limes for flavored water while listening to a random Toto CD I found in the living room. Then I came out to the front porch to do some work.
Here I had a feeling that I remembered, but hadn't experienced for a while: I was lonely. I wanted someone to talk to.
It's a welcome feeling.
I've become more antisocial than ever in my life while working on this project -- and I don't like it. That slight pinch of I wish the rest of them were here feels great.