While Greg pedals his way across the mid-section of the country, I am in full retreat. A cold weekend, and I stayed indoors, mostly, knitting and reading. I felt strange and introverted, but when I mentioned it to my daughter, she said, “Sounds like a great weekend.”
So, on the one hand, I’m revelling in the solitude and the “do whatever I want” approach to the weekend. On the other hand, I wonder if I’m becoming a total hermit.