I am no good at living by myself. It’s been difficult enough to adjust to so much time on my hands since I moved to Arizona, but now I am alone most of the time. The first month was nice; I read every day, watched movies on my laptop and met a couple of my neighbors. The books have dwindled and I can’t sit still long enough to watch films. The neighbors were evicted for non-payment. I pace my poor, bare floor most of the day. Even meals are taken afoot. My mind is clear, this much is positive. There are no ruminations as I pace, no anxiety or depression. I have not gone anywhere save for the grocery and book stores because of this ravaging heat. When it dissipates I will make up for lost time, spending my paces on going places.