I get lonely at the strangest times.
While trying to open a stubborn jar of honey, my hands kept slipping. I needed to get the honey so that I could have ‘comfort food’ honey-on-toast. I almost dropped the whole jar in the sink several times. I sat the jar on the bench and scowled at it before running it under cold water. Standing there, watching the water run over the top of the jar I thought – Gee, it’d be nice to see a smiling face.