Had a dream that I was dying, and then suddenly fondly remembering my childhood and subsequent youth. At least, a representation of my childhood. I'm not entirely surprised by them, really. Now that Henry's gone to follow opportunities in England, I'm strangely lonely.
I've never really been the sentimental sort, but I guess having the constant presence of someone around was something I got used to. Now I find myself missing my dear friends back in Maine more and more.
I'm sure it'll pass. These things do, after all. However, if someone is looking for a place to live, I conveniently have extra room now. Though really I don't care either way.