Party Pooper

A good friend once admitted that she liked to hang around me mostly when she needed calming. I was her tea and chat amiga, someone with a talent for creating soothing, melancholy playlists.

(Perhaps what she really meant is that I'm boring.)

I can only presume that I don't hear from certain friends these days because they are happy and thriving and have no desire to listen to sad music.

This makes me glad even though I miss them in a way only an introvert can: with a longing to see them that includes a very clear exit plan.

I will put the kettle on and some cookies out just in case. After all, January blues (and snowstorms) are just around the corner.

From my party-hearty days.