When I came home from the hospital last Tuesday — after spending four days surrounded by the noise of people and beeping machines — all I wanted was to be left alone.
A couple of friends brought me home — she drove me and he drove the car I’d taken to the emergency room — and they were generous in their sincere efforts to do anything I needed done. They offered to go get food for me and take care of anything else I needed.
I appreciated all they wanted to do, but all I wanted was for them to leave. I wanted peace and quiet. I wanted to be alone.

There’s magic in the dark solitude and quiet stillness after midnight
Doing the right thing frequently requires breaking immoral laws
After years of wasting my life, sands of time are slipping away
Italy sending seismologists to jail for failing to predict big earthquake
Fear of possible violence keeps some people trapped by misery
We’re more like other animals than we like to admit to anyone
I’m not certain artists ever get to be themselves when they perform
What’s the best word for those of us who just want to be left alone?