Are You Lonesome Tonight

I've got the house to myself this evening. Jilda is in Chattanooga taking a class all weekend so I'll be catching up on all the stuff I've let slide for some time. As I sat paying tribute to the writing muse trying to come up with an idea for this entry, a song drifted across my mind.
Are You Lonesome Tonight -- sung by Elvis Presley

Are you lonesome tonight, do you miss me tonight
Are you sorry we drifted apart
Does your memory stray to a bright sunny day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight

I felt a little sadness just reading the lyrics. I would not be surprised if a lot of people were not driven to the bottom of a bottle listening to Elvis sing this song.
I've become accustomed to the comfort of knowing that Jilda is here when I get home. On the rare occasion when she's not, it feels strange and unfamiliar.
I plan to go fishing tomorrow if the weather's good. I haven't been this year even though my nephew Haven has asked me a number of times.
So tomorrow should be fun, but I'm lonesome tonight.