I think I scared myself by speaking.
I mean, there are times when the
possibility exists that I could terrify myself by speaking, if only
because I don't know what might be coming out of my mouth. But
yesterday was different—because of work schedules, I was the only
one at the station. I got to spend the entire day by myself, getting
lots of stuff done without having to face one interruption.
I was bliss.
Anyway, because I was at work alone
and, in fact, didn't see one single person, I had no reason to speak.
So from the time Loraine left home for work—745 or so—I didn't
say a thing. I guess I didn't even realize that until 2, when I went
on the air and found myself startled by the noise that was coming out
of my mouth.
Yup. I almost scared myself by
speaking.
It actually was a very weird moment.
When nothing comes out of your mouth for over six hours you really
don't realize it, at least not until a sound actually does emanate
from you and you're left wondering 1). what that sound was, and b).
why you made it, until you realize you haven't spoken for over six
hours.
I mean, try it some time, especially if
you ever get a blissful six-plus hours by yourself. Who knows—maybe
you'll be as startled as me. Probably not, because you're, you know,
normal, but you won't know until you try it.
*****
Before I go, I present to you this
year's winner in the “strangest Christmas gift I received”
competition--
Yup. That's a chocolate bar from
Russia. Loraine's parents were in the neighborhood earlier this year
and picked it up. I'll be curious to see if it actually tastes like
chocolate, or has a slight borscht and/or vodka aftertaste.
I'll let you know.
On that note, have yourself a great
weekend, and just think—it's the last weekend of the teens. Where
did the decade go????
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