8/5: conversation

As I think this blog may intimate, I spend a fair amount of time alone, and if I don't have a certain amount of alone-time each day, I get over-wrought.  But for the past few days, as I've gotten so focused on book-binding, I think I was alone too much--even for me.  Today I met a friend for tea (iced) and a long chat.  And then, near sunset, as I was heading back to the dock with my kayak, I saw my neighbor's boat and paddled over to him.  We talked--boat to boat--as the dark came on.  Different kinds of conversation, but both so good.  For the friends, and for the conversations, I am grateful.