January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.
When I was making the most money at the top of my game, driving Bentleys and all that, I felt so existentially empty.
Three to four times a week, I get up at 7:30 A.M. while the courts are empty at Venice Beach and play full court one-on-one.
We were empty nesters, our last-born child having departed for Duke. Meredith decided we needed a dog to fill the vacuum. She heard about a litter in Colorado sired by Chopper, the legendary avalanche dog at the top of Aspen Mountain.
To be honest, I don't think there's anything more exciting than an empty stadium. When you see it empty like that, all you see is possibility.