Don’t Speak

You may have noticed that the posts have been a little sparce lately.

The truth is that I have just been out of words.

Don’t get me wrong. I love words; I love reading them, writing them, doodling them into my journal, and stringing them together into splendidly symphonic sounding things.

I love German words and English words. My favorite are the always telling made up words.

So you're wondering if I love words so much, why can't  I send a few in the direction of my badly neglected blog?

They've all been used up!

As an introvert I claim a word bank handicap, plus I have a job which uses about 80% of said word bank each day (in two languages). Once I get off work I have precious few words to distribute between Paul, family, friends and my own pursuits such as writing or blogging. Add to this situation the fact that Paul and I have literally  been out with or had over someone (often multiple someones) every night fir the last four weeks and you can see how I have been overspending my word account. The fees of stress, exhaustion, and shear inability to think were racking up.

Poor Paul.

Last night he asked what what I wanted to do about dinner.

"IdontcareIjustdontwanttohavetoseeanyonetalktoanyoneorsayanyhing!"

I had to string it together into one word: it was all I had left.

Luckily for me, Paul knows this. He may not understand it, but he knows that when I become monosyllabic we're in trouble.

So last night we sat on the couch and watched many an episode of Numb3rs. It was pure bless. This morning I woke up refreshed and ready to take on the problems of the world one word at a time.

Continuing the adventure,

Jessi