This is not a post in which I'm seeking sympathy. It is merely a stating of the facts of my intercourse with the world over the past several days.
Friday: Talked to checker at Raley's when I bought groceries. She wished me a nice evening. I echoed her wish.
Saturday: Wrong number. Asked for Phil. No Phil here. Caller apologized.
Sunday: Talked to barista at Starbucks when I went for morning coffee. She wished me a nice day. I echoed her wish.
Monday: Talked to dentist's receptionist about my October appointment.
I have not included my intercourse with the internet because I am not sure that that is intercourse.
PS - This post was written about 4 pm, but Blogger was down. Not my fault. Not my fault at all.