My husband has gone up to our cabin for a few days. It's supposed to be warmer up there than here. I'm happy enough hanging around home because I have a week's trip coming up with friends. I'll finish a sewing project, a writing piece, and be sure I'm packed and ready for the trip. I'll be quiet here, and it will be a mini retreat for me. Silence is so companionable to me these days. It feel comfortable rather than awkward, and I don't seem to have information I want to share as often. The dogs are with me this time, so I can talk to them if I get desperate and there is always the phone or a plan. I just finished an hour's conversation with my friend, and all's right with the world.
I like organizing the closets and cupboards, and figuring out what books to give away. I'll work on the refrigerator, an ever present task. And today I see my therapist, whom I haven't talked to in weeks. The surprise will be what I talk about. I never really know until I get there.
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