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Today in the health section of the New York Times, there’s an article about the epidemic of loneliness [2] and it’s impact on health. To be honest, I couldn’t get through the article. I found it too depressing – and not because I could relate to it, but because I couldn’t. The illustration above, which accompanied the piece is so grim. In my home, dining alone is a joyous experience. I cook myself beautiful food, and take the time to savor it. I sip a vodka martini in a frosty class, with Rose snuggled nearby in her dog bed. I feel complete.
Illustration by Jon Krause [1]