Golden glow.

Used to be a time when Saturday night would roll around and I would have to be doing something. Going out to movies or a bar. Visiting friends.  Entertaining. Something...anything.  After all, it's Saturday.

It's funny. As I get older, I can actually tolerate being home with nothing to do. Still feels a little weird, but I'm relaxed.

I write this at 10:30 p.m. There's a golden glow from the lamps in my living room, which have parchment-colored shades. The lights on the lanai have orange bulbs (thanks to my ex) and I have golden orange candles on the patio table. The doors to the house are open and I have Toni Lynn Washington, an amazing Boston-based blues singer, going on the iPod.

It's in the 80s, there's a nice breeze. I'm nekkid out by the pool. And I'm alone with nothing to do and nowhere to be.

And it's really pretty good.