Incandescent lighting

What charms a room like warm lamplight? The motorhome has only 12v lamps, small, incandescent automobile bulbs, but so much less a lamp than the 40w incandescent. It is a luxury to light a real lamp camping here in the bus. 
I've grown more accustomed to being alone here. There are few visitors to the ranch.
The only person I spoke with today worked the help desk at the IRS. I also spoke to a woman wishing to do community service hours here. And I didn't see another human at all. Odd? Possibly not overly so. I like living alone. Save for my mischievous Windy, who is always so adept at batting across the floor a keyring or piece of jewelry, things stay right where I left them. Things don't turn up broken suddenly, nor are my instruments left out of place. My blankets and linens, towels and washcloths, cupboards of food, and desk materials, nothing, is not where I left it myself. I like that part of living alone. What's not to like? I get restless. Lonely. Bored. Listless sometimes. I know of many projects to assail...but don't engage. In balance, I have time to look within. And time for Tai Chi. I am staying still often, and not scurrying as much. No complaints...I'm in transition, but like Windy does well even at his age, I always land on my feet.