Lying down alone on the couch tonight watching House, M.D., per usual. I felt uncomfortable and reached out for one of the couch pillows, holding it in the space between my ribcage and arm.

I do want to end up somewhere that I can have a dog. Plenty of people do it in New York, but it felt so strange a few months back seeing a woman herd two giant Shepherds up the staircase of a Prospect Heights walkup.

I spend a lot of time thinking about where the puck is going to be, knowing full well that I'm not even where the puck is currently.