During the week, my job at the prison involves a lot of talking and social interaction with inmate-patients, custody (including yard officers, tier officers, sergeants, lieutenants, and the captain), psychologists, psychiatrists, social workers, nurses, teachers, and psych techs, to name a few. I’m also at work four days a week for 10-hour days, so when my three-day weekend comes, I’m happy not to do any socializing or talking. With Sean on the East Coast doing a motorcycle trip with his dad (they’re visiting with family in Susquehanna right now), I pretty much have been happily keeping to myself, mostly parked on the couch with Netflix and alternating between knitting a sock and crocheting more rows on the Cherry Cola afghan. The only time I left the house today was to go run my mile for the summer run streak. If you don’t count texting and emails, I did not speak to a single person today. And I am perfectly okay with that.