I know how you feel. Except when I go over to my mom's for Sunday dinner, any time I spend not working is time spent alone. Sometimes I look back on my twenties and wonder exactly when it all went wrong, as if to pinpoint some spot I could go back to and not turn out so lonely, but that just makes me feel worse. I don't know if you have any pets, but I have some birds and their companionship and affection is a lifeline for me.

Apologies for the double post.