It's odd to think about some of the past. It's almost like it isn't my life but some other person whom I've been watching and taking notes on throughout the years. When I compare the goals I set and the ends I've reached they don't seem to match up real well. Not at all in fact. I didn't plan for the body going before the mind......as it has. I didn't plan on going it alone, although I am. I didn't plan to stop feeling the desire to not be alone...but I have. I am happy to live and survive alone. If I never picked up a phone or went out to visit I probably wouldn't notice. I think that is kind of odd. Other than my kids and grandkids I don't feel the need to go out much. I wonder if that is the beginning of the position of recluse? I wonder if anyone ever actually asked a recluse "...so, what did you think or feel when you realized that you were on the path to reclusivity?" If there even is such a word...and then if they got an answer at all??? Things that make ya go "hmmmm." Well, things that make me go hmmmm.