It’s not like it was even a busy weekend, fer cryin’ out loud. Ian was busy with his folks, so we didn’t work on the water system. I did a little digging with Landlady, getting ready to harden the fence of former Gitmo/future chicken yard, but that didn’t take any real time. No hard labor, no sunstroke. I’ve no excuses.
But I’ve been a grumpy old man for days. Staying up too late, then waking up too damned early because Dharma shows up at the door and gets the boys all riled. Last night I must have slept weird, because I woke with a crick in my neck that still hasn’t gone away and it’s not improving my mood.
I’m trying to get back to work on the solar electric e-book, which has been languishing. There’s a lot of yard-type stuff to do and I need to go do it. Dishes to wash, bread to bake, and I’m supposed to go to town with D&L later. But what I really want to do is crawl back into bed and nap for a few hours.
Ian’s folks are really cool people and I enjoy their visits very much. But I’m afraid I’ve gotten into this “hermit” thing rather more sincerely than is good for a guy who occasionally has to be social. People prattle about loneliness, and I barely know what they’re talking about. I remember getting lonely when I was a kid – I was never one of the cool kids – but even though now I can easily go a week without even seeing a neighbor in the distance, I’m never lonely. I’m rarely bored, even though most of the time I don’t do much. I love the silence, and the solitude, and the slow pace.
But this morning I woke in a very grumpy mood, and haven’t really shaken it yet. I think I’ll go outside and commune with the boys for a while.