Talking the silence out

The only people I have spoken to (face to face, because phone calls don’t count) in the last six days are supermarket checkout people, and the buyer who came to pick up the motorbike.

I am having a few phone conversations each day, with recruitment agencies. And I had a nice long phone call with a friend, earlier this evening.

And I’ve had a telephone interview for a job in Moscow, and another for a job in Brussels.

But the amount of physical human interaction, lately, is small.

It’s 8pm Thursday evening.

And I’m bored.

Don’t misunderstand things – I’m feeling pretty good.

I have every right to be mopey and depressed, but I’m not; I’m upbeat and confident.

I’m just, this evening, very bored.

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