I have no problem with going places alone. I'm used to being alone. The alternative is to stay home alone. I'm alone either way, so I might as well go out.

Boy, that movie sucked.

When I got home, I had a short discussion with my grown son who lives with me. Asked him what he thinks of how I'm doing lately.

He thinks I'm doing better.

That killed me.

I told him how I feel inside, and that I don't think I'm doing better.

He said he will make it a point to pay attention to how I'm doing over the next few days to see if he can tell a difference.