Well, here I sit, in my camper, alone. I get tired of being alone sometimes. I miss having a physical intimacy with somebody. And no, I'm not talking about sex, although sex is great. I mean somebody to hug and hold and hold me back. The sheer physical comforting that takes place when one human curls up to sleep with another. Roxy will cuddle with me, but let's face it, a boxer snores a lot and she ends up shedding all over the bed.

It looks like I'm going to try to take a road trip consisting of a few days to New Orleans in August. I want to visit my old friend Rocky and go see St. Louis #1 cemetery. I've been to #2, but #1 is supposed to be quite a bit more interesting.

Well, it happened early. I moved. Marc came to me and said I should move. He and my daughter Blair were concerned about me being where I was, camping by myself. I am almost set up in my new spot. I've been sleeping in a house for the past couple of nights, but I will be back outside tonight. I'll feel better. It's uncomfortable for me being indoors a lot. Weird, eh?