Lately I’ve been writing a lot. Writing has always been much easier for me.
Talking? Not so much.
It’s been like that moreso than ever.
I don’t feel like talking.
I’m not mad, sad or glad.
My kids share their day with me with all the appropriate drama and exclamation that kids use and I grunt my wows and uh-huhs.
I have been sitting at my sewing machine making little clothes for the wee one.
I have been going to auctions and sales and selling my junk on ebay.
I’ve been reading Dickens which fits right into these gray winter days.
And having (too many) doughnuts and tea.
All of which takes no spoken words at’ll.