There was a knitting group this afternoon, at the store in Davis, but I didn’t go. I am an introvert at heart, and it’s been kind of a crazy weekend and there is only so much ‘social’ I can do before I just need to hole up in my own house where I am not required to interact with anyone at all except for Richard and the cats. So instead of going out to knit with my friends, I sat at the breakfast nook table and wove in all the ends of the mitered square blocks I’ve been working on, and read a few books, and didn’t have to deal with anyone at all.

It’s been a busy weekend because last night was the spring concert for the women’s ensemble I sing in, and because last night was the concert, that meant that Friday night was the dress rehearsal, and all together that was about ten hours of singing, or otherwise stressing about singing, over the course of two days, which is far more exhausting than you might expect. If that were not enough, this morning was even more singing, seeing as how it was Palm Sunday and the choir pretty much sang all the way through the service. And of course all of this was prefaced and followed by talking and interacting, and after something exhausting, the last thing I want to do is make small talk. I am not good at small talk. I may smile and nod and come up with the occasional vaguely witty thing to say, but deep down inside I am still that shy and awkward girl I was all through childhood, and no matter how much I try I am not sure I will ever not be.

So this afternoon I did not go hang out with friends. Because sometimes I just need to not have to do anything more than be with just me.