This business about being alone is odd. It takes some getting used to, particularly if you have been, as I was, well married and generally happy to be working or playing with others. It’s about as difficult as graduate school or one’s first years of teaching. I’m a bit sorry that I’ve rounded third and am heading for home during this period when I’ve almost got it. I’m basically very good at getting along with myself. I’m almost over the companionship itch, but it’s only an itch. I scratch it ever so often.