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Our neighborhood is dead.

No one is here.

Of course that is not literally true. We are here. Peggy across the way is here. The women to the east of us are still here and the neighbors after that.

I think that it is mostly inside weather even though today is a pretty nice day. People just hunkered down.

But there are many places empty. Seasonal folks, rentals that are not filled during the off season.

It is nice. I am not one who craves a bunch of people around. I prefer it.

When I see the folks I am Mister Friendly. And I mean it. But I am very happy to be by myself.

This is the story of the introvert.

We have been through this before.

I will not revive the subject except that for me it is my happiest state. A few close friends and a bunch of people over there who are "hello" friends, "how are you today" friends, but they shouldn't go on too long about the question. No long form of their current state.

Marcus is a great antidote to this talkiness. And we know the ones prone to it. He is patient but firm in his resolve to get going.

A great skill. It is one of the traits of the airedale. Tolerant of people but not needing a lot of hoo-hah.

Me either.

Labels: desert, life