"At first I was afraid; I was petrified. Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side. But then I spent so many night thinkin' how you done me wrong, and I grew strong . . . "! Okay, who (what woman) does not L-O-V-E Gloria Gaynor?! (It's her birthday today: I just had to squeeze that in.)
Over 8/10s of an inch of rain fell on Swamp River Ridge last night, and it was cozy as I cleaned for overnight visitors arriving tonight with both the cookstove in the kitchen and the Jotul in the sunroom corkin' away . . . the first time I've fired them both up this fall.
I know I haven't been the most prolific of bloggers lately, and, last night as I enjoyed the last cocktail of the day out on the deck, wrapped in a Polarfleece coat as the first lightest hints of the rain began to fall from the pitch black sky, I realized that it might be because I've been around so many people lately and have been talking so much. I'm a person who needs a LOT of quiet time. A L-O-T. Quiet time as in n-o o-n-e around. Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE(D) having the family here, but, by necessity, it just multiplies my verbosity (not a real word? should be!). So, when I'm away from the social requirements of being a Chatty Cathy (which, don't get me wrong, I also need), I clam up. Including online.
Come to think of it, I think that's why blogging matches so well with living a bit of a "loner" life! If you are a loner who still needs to communicate (an oxymoron, perhaps), what could be the more perfect marriage?
And, with that (complete lack of an interesting post), I'm off. Gotta finish up chores, jump in the shower and then head in to the office.