Today was the first day I spent entirely by myself since my mom died. And I spent it in a hotel in Newark.
I could have gone back to my apartment for the weekend and relied on my friends to distract me. I could have gone down to my Uncle's house. I could have gone into Manhattan and been distracted there, either by shopping or by seeing friends or family. Heck, I could have gone to a hockey game here in Newark. But instead, I chose to have a quiet day of sleep, work, and tv here in the hotel.
I think the solace is good for me. Maybe I'm wrong, though.