I suppose it is misleading to suggest that I have no human contact. Chet is here with me. But he is not much of a conversationalist. He mostly keeps to himself on the couch or in the corner near the kitchen table. I suppose he may be better cut out for this kind of life than I am. It’s just as well, I suppose. He used to get so clingy when I was leaving the house all the time for work, or to do errands. Now he seems much more content, knowing that I am around virtually 24/7. He is a good listener, though, like he has always been. Being outside in the cold is quite deflating for him. But when it’s sunny and warm he becomes himself again. Constant. Firm in his beliefs. Ever present. Creepy.