It’s quiet at home tonight. My roommate has gone to visit family for the New Year’s holiday and I’m here by myself. Of course at 5:04 a.m. it’s not like we’d be up talking. That being said, however, when Chuck goes to bed he leaves a light on for me. I’m not sure how this little custom started but I do know it’s nice to round the corner of my block and see the light on in the window. It’s like a little welcome home light. Tonight there was no light. Nor will there be one tomorrow night. And it’s not like it changed my routine tonight. Nope, everything is the same. Except the light wasn’t on. I miss the light when it’s not there.