Tell Me a Story: Hermit

And I'm not talkin' 'bout the damn cookie either. (though that, with a fine cuppa dark roast, would really hit the spot about now)

I’d make, in case you weren't sure, a shit-tastically awful hermit. While I certainly enjoy my own company (Hey, I’m laid back if not mellow. I’m funny or, possibly, just funny. I have wide interests – art, literature, science! And, best of all, I’m a cat magnet! If I can’t entertain myself, the cats fill out the bill. Of course). Still, too much of a good thing can get…emmm, lonely. I hate like hell to admit to the big L word.

Solitude is good. It’s awesome PLUS! I should be reveling and, hell, luxuriating in this piffling weeklong stint.

Right?

Yeah sure. Sounds good and maybe one day, when I’m less broken about The Amazing Bob’s stage left perma exit, I’ll enjoy the shit out of a solitary week. I’m not there yet.

Question: Does Elmer's work on human hearts/souls? No? MERDE!

To be utterly honest, I have NOT been alone all week.

* There was Monday’s in house Poseidon Adventure where my neighbors came to the rescue.

An aside: I am SO grateful to my fabola cousin Della for showing me how easy it is to use Note docs and voice recog apps on the tinyphones. It made convo with my four heroes a relatively simple thing.

* On Tuesday Erin’s husband, PJ, brought over and helped set up half a dozen fans to aid in drying out the house.

My flood heroes!

* Wednesday, I had an appointment with my handsome cornea specialist. Bad news – I'm looking at MORE eye surgery on top of the laser procedure and right eye cataract biz that’s already on tap :-(

* I’ve talked, online, with my boss, Paula, about work in progress.

So then, I’ve had contact with humans – WHAT am I whingeing on about, hmmmmm?

It’s NOT the same as having a meal or just a cuppa joe with a pal. It’s not the same as being sprawled on Jen and Oni’s couch whilst the three of us watch Eureka, or some such, quaff the vino and snarf roasted veggies. Tea Time – I miss Tea Time!