I just turned 45, moved to this new city for the IT gig, decent pay for once, right? And every Friday evening, I’m like, “This is it, weekend’s here!” Then Saturday morning comes and… nothing. Tried those online groups, meetup.com stuff, couple of hikes, a board game night even—talk about awkward. I guess it’s just me and the telly again, watching some daft documentary about deep sea creatures, thinking how they probably have more of a social life. The silence sometimes is SO LOUD it’s almost funny, like a bad sitcom where the laugh track broke. Just… *sigh*. Another empty calendar.