Perspective

One of those doldrum kind of days. A kind of internal dullness - bleak and drowsy. This morning was cold, down in the teens, and kind of invigorating for a moment. My mother told me she's realizing how much we need contact with other people. She's only about half way through her quarantine and not enjoying it at all. Of course, that led me to wonder what the matter is with me. I avoid people mostly. Small doses, for me, work better. I'm prone to overdose in situations that seem to be pleasantly social for others. About once a decade I meet someone I wish I could spend more time with. I'm about due.