2.3.17 To live and breathe on silence

     It was a crashing smashing stay-at-home day, with house fixers and one dear friend, look looking, talk talking, as the refinancing idea slowly crawled forward. So much talking, I can hardly believe it, I who breathes and lives on silence , and isolated days. 
     Yet we all survived ,and got the stuff done. The pup and his big big muscles will have no walk-running-ball-chasing fun today. 
     I crashed into bed, as if dead, while my kid arrived to stay the weekend, and had a rousing time-alone-with-Dad, which delighted them both.
     So that after a dinner of hot rich minestrone, with some family conversing and laughter and musings, out I stood in stocking feet , out back in the cold cold night air , the fresh beauty of the dark star-filled night, inhaled right to my core.