of one thing I am adamantly positive...

... and this is that I quite absolutely hate being alone at night, especially away from home. Being in my house with everyone else asleep does not count as "alone." Me and my Vue on the lonely highway, driving home from work at 11:30, most certainly does. Tonight was the last night of my (approximately) year-and-a-half-long, weekly job of cleaning the grain elevator offices in town, and it wasn't as bittersweet as some of my previous job-endings have been. The work was alright ... but I'm awfully glad to be home.