Just a beaded handbag with some stuff in it.

As I was driving downtown this evening, I had a good idea for my next journal entry. I often get ideas in the middle of my day, and I usually can't wait to sit down and start writing.

Yep. This was one of those ideas.

However, my mood changed tonight, and I no longer care to write about anything. I still might another time, because it's an entry that deserves some thought and exposure, but not tonight.

Tonight, I'm just lonely.

I've had an overwhelming sense of it since I returned home almost two months ago, and it just hasn't gone away.

Sigh.