How to cook for someone else.
Conversation – it has been so long.
The words are not there.
I feel my way, still spaced out after NaNoWriMo, which I didn’t want to mention again.
But I have talked about it with the visitor.
I feel not normal.
I feel tactless, and as though that is my normal state – why can’t people understand?
Some awful stories and I know I have had myself wrapped up here, cocooned.
It is lucky for me that I have somewhere to warm myself, and that I am not standing on some street corner, screaming.