Just a box and the check. Thanks.

The Fed Ex driver was head-banging while driving straight into the setting sun. 

I took my self out to lunch today in the town where I work and marveled at how uncomfortable and out of place I felt. I repeated the process, fifty miles away, when it was time for dinner, in the town in which I live, and got the same results only more intense. There's a common denominator here. 

You'd think, after living in silence a good part of the time, that the human voice and what people have to say might sound inviting and intriguing. It doesn't.