i've been with people almost around the clock for almost 2 months.  not just ANY people - friends and family.  good friends and close family.  people who have nothing but my best good in mind.  we have traveled 1000s of miles to be with ever-more people.

and i, being the ungrateful slob that i am, am about to go nuts.  i'm used to great volumes of alone time, and deprivation thereof is starting to sink in.  in a world that rewards extroverts, i'm starting to think i must be really broken.  fundamentally flawed for resenting people who love us so...  aggressively.

case in point - i've been trying for 30 minutes to write a blog of some substance.  i've been interrupted 12 times by people who are taking such good care of me that i'm gonna crack.

and now i have to go.  we have dinner plans with more good friends.  the we'll come home to family, and i'll spend half the night in awkward conversation about plans i don't want to be a part of.  and we'll spend the weekend traveling to stay with more friends and see droves of people.  and they all just love us to death.

i feel like i should close with a smirk and some question alluding to "too much of a good thing."  i'll just sigh and go change.