Actually I find myself becoming a hermitess since Hurricane Sandy and the presidential election. Both events vie for the winner of a contest regarding over-stimulation.
I was in New York City the Thursday before Sandy struck. We were all blissfully going about our business, but ninety-six hours later it was a different story. I got out in time, but as the days wore on I lost contact with my son, his partner, and the staff of their company as electric lines went down, cell phones faltered, and public transportation ground to a halt in many neighborhoods. Even though I was safe and sound, I felt as abandoned as those on the Jersey Shore.
At the same time, I have taken on more and more responsibilities in my work these past few months. More stress too. So while I couldn’t reach colleagues because of Sandy, I began to reclaim my own life: played piano more, kept my workout appointments, even read a book.
Then Election Day arrived, and with it more angst. Who would win? Will it boil down to chads or recounts? And will that person work with Congress? I went to bed before the final count was done, and woke up relieved the next morning that it wasn’t even close. I don’t care if you voted for Romney or Obama and I don’t care about your reasons. The thing I like most is that Florida’s votes won’t sway the matter.
That was almost two weeks ago. Since then I’m still hermitessing. (Is this a verb?) It’s a temporary state of mind, but I’m enjoying it immensely. Wrapped Christmas gifts today, paid bills, read. And never even thought of leaving the house.
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