52/37`1: Goals

[rejectomorph]

Bumbling and napping through the lengthening days and diminishing nights, seldom finding a clue as to what is going on. It has crossed my mind that I have only actually spoken to two people in the last few months, though there have been social media interactions with a few others. In the actual physical space I occupy, I have only had glimpses of a few people other than the two with whom I've exchanged audible words, though I've heard sounds emitted by several unseen or barely seen strangers passing along the path behind my back fence. More often I've heard only the wheels of their bicycles, their footsteps, or the music from their audio devices. As the number and duration of words I've exchanged with my two actual correspondents have been few and far between, I think I might now qualify as a de facto hermit. Well, at least I've finally almost achieved one of my life goals.