A good friend once admitted that she liked to hang around me mostly when she needed calming. I was her tea and chat amiga, someone with a talent for creating soothing, melancholy playlists.
(Perhaps what she really meant is that I’m boring.)
I can only presume that I don’t hear from certain friends these days because they are happy and thriving and have no desire to listen to sad music.
This makes me glad even though I miss them in a way only an introvert can: with a longing to see them that includes a very clear exit plan.
I will put the kettle on and some cookies out just in case. After all, January blues (and snowstorms) are just around the corner.
From my party-hearty days.
bogeyandruby 
Love this…\”with a longing to see them that includes a very clear exit plan\”…
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Busted. 🙂 I have my New Year's Eve escape already worked out.
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This piece is so beautifully written. They say we have to read, read, read to be a good writer and you are proof. I read it twice. My only complaint is that you don’t post often enough. Staying in with my partner and also doing nothing. We will not see the new year in. 10:00 p.m. is the new midnight. ❤️
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Dear Louise, your words make my day, my year end. I so appreciate your encouragement, you have no idea. I will make an intention to post more in 2025. Like you, I refuse to stay up until midnight on New Year’s Eve. It is the most depressing thing ever, in my view, watching time pass, waiting for a miracle. See you on the other side. 🤗
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