I spent all weekend inside. It was quite gorgeous outside, but I ended up doing the hermit thing all weekend.
I’m not sure whether I would classify this as a “recharging,” or “alone time,” or if “social avoidance” is more apt. Depending on when I stop to think about it, this weekend’s really been good, or slightly troubling.
I’m reading poems a bit more, though not really back to writing. That’s a good sign, right?
Alright. I’m starting to dip into the whole introvert/agoraphobia debate again, and that’s not something I think I want to get into right now. At least, not this evening.
