There was certainly nothing in my day that was unusual. Went to Goodwill, did some packing, wrote. Other than telling the guy at Goodwill I didn't need a receipt, it was another of those days where I didn't say a word until Craig walked in the door. And even after that, once he disappeared to work at 8:30, after having been home for 90 minutes, I was back to silence.
Is that weird? How much alone am I on that?
