I love house noises: the dryer and the dishwasher running are small comforts of sound. I don't own a TV, I infrequently listen to music, and I don't have a cat to keep me company.
Sometimes coming home is difficult (for some reason it is always most difficult after a social event), but it is not always lonely. I take a certain pleasure in puttering around, in doing my laundry and washing the dishes, in putting things away, and in reading my books.
One great pleasure is weaving prayer into all these things. I have a list of names that I keep handy so that this "time alone" is given to prayer. My house is made somehow less empty by prayer.
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