Disconnected

Since I’ve been a bit disconnected, I took a walk along the road that meanders through the mountain that skirts the perimeter of our neighborhood and the Scholfield Creek. Once there, I was able to breathe-in enough magic fairy-dust to skip into an uninterrupted conversation with myself, completely mystifying Ozzy, who was by this time, standing at attention in total stupefaction.

I love that I can have a most delicious verbal monologue, and passers-by don‘t even give me a second glance.

Such are the perks of old age and living in a small town! A dissociated mindset, that if I am forced to admit, does NOT, in the least, make me feel self-conscious.