one in his younger days now. Never. Shuts. Up <g>. Most days I can roll with it; I'm grateful he's still around to talk with and I'm grateful he's still of sound enough mind to speak intelligently of things but MAN, every now and then, I wish his timing was just a bit better. Because he especially loves to launch into a soliloquy right after I wake up (and am barely awake) or right as I'm about to leave for somewhere. Or he'll wait until I've gotten back from somewhere and am just DONE with people and wish to hide in my room and recharge my social battery.
By the way, I hope you know my comment was in fun. I just was delighted by the notion of needing to digest before doing the dishes.
Yep--all good 😊
