Depends on how you look at it,

your membership in this Hermit Club, that is.

There are times when it's a good thing; when no one is around to notice that you've eaten more of the Starbucks Frappaccino Chip ice cream than you'd meant to. Or when you left dirty dishes in the sink till morning. Yuk!

But then it's not always so great either. Like when I plopped into my big easy chair and it v-e-r-r-r-r-y slowly tipped over backwards, and there I was, feet in the air like a turned-over-turtle, laughing foolishly and wishing there'd been someone to witness it, to take a picture to put on the fridge with all the other nonsense on the door.

Like the time I heard something on the roof ? ? ? overnight, and had to just turn over and say "Oh, well. . . "

Like last week when I heard a bit on the local news about our police, and the reporter said we really needed a more "ethically diverse" force. Now THAT'S a thought! (And no one to share my awe of it!)