Company Men

I was lying in bed one night, not in the mood to read but not ready to fall asleep. I entertained the idea of engaging in a little personal fantasy, but no helpful image came to mind and I soon fell asleep. A few weeks later, with a few more nights like that first one, and I am left with two things:

The second plot line of a novel I have been contemplating for awhile, and the realization that my most vivid memories of the person who used to be my go-to guy all seem to involve hugging.

Oh yeah, and a brief flash of the image of Ben Affleck's head on my chest.