Silence is golden

Thursday was one one of those days that I was grateful that I could not talk.  Anything that came out of my mouth would have been bad.   It had been one of those nights when my brain would not settle down.  I thought about getting up and reading, but that is so much work.  So I bumbled through the day.  That afternoon I finally got my nails cut and they don't expect me to say anything because I don't take my computer.  I can just close my eyes and ignore everything.  Nice that I can be a snob and brat and get away with it.  That evening was the regular dinner with TCWSM so I was better.                  Friday I decided that I still needed my witch socks.  In September Dave bought several pairs of  Halloween socks.  I decided to keep the witch socks out for the days I was feeling witchy or bitchy.  Going for an afternoon walk helped some.  By Saturday I was better and we embarked on more New Years deep cleaning.