BINGING

This should NOT be a word used in the same sentence with me.  But I am taking the very first step and admitting I have a problem.  I am binge-watching TV shows on Netflix.

Every evening I start out with good intentions.  How about one of those books I've started but haven't finished?  Tonight's the night I will call a friend just to wish her well and listen to what's going on in her life.  Maybe zone out on Pinterest to help me decide how to decorate the widow's den?

Instead, I choose to watch commercial free junk TV.  Oh, my sister is cringing!  They don't even own a TV (well, actually, I think they do but it is only on to watch a movie ... something outside the box, most likely with subtitles, that is worth discussing over a nice aged sherry.  With other erudite folks).  Maybe most of you are recoiling at the admittance of such a low intellectual hobby.  There it is.

For now, this is working pretty well for me.  My mind is still unable to focus on much, for very long.  Most days I do reach out and connect with the human race.  Some days I choose to be a recluse.  A hermit.  A solitarian.  An introvert.

An awkward widow.  Time will help, I'm sure.