I'm a severe introvert. I don't say that to imply there's a problem with introversion — there isn't. Were just different than extroverts. Among other things, we need time alone, everyday, by ourselves. Time alone allows us to recharge, ponder the big questions of life, create, clear our minds. Heck, it allows us to pick our noses without question, if we like. Without it, we get rather grouchy. I haven't had a minute alone in over a week. In fact, as I type this teensie-weensie, short little post — at 12:15 in the morning — the wife enters my studio and asks me a question. Twice.
Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying my family visit. Allows me to reconnect, strengthen bonds, reinforce love.
But, I think I may need to go fishing tomorrow. Alone. Or it ain't gonna be very pretty around here.