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Italians Are Not Meant To Be Alone

We are extreme social beings and in the face of singularity, we strike up with those around us- but  not this morning.

I wanted to get up and get going today so I headed to the diner and then on to the supermarket.  Chip and I go to the diner on Saturday mornings for breakfast and then the day begins.  Lakeside farm opened this weekend but I couldn’t go without him.  It didn’t feel right.

So I am sitting here in the diner typing this on my iPad.  As I drove in to the parking lot, I talked myself through it.  ” You can do it.  Just go in, sit and read.”

Really?  I had to talk myself through it? I hate eating alone. It’s  awkward but worst of all, it’s quiet and I hate being quiet.  It is the hardest thing for me to do.  Even as I am typing this, I hear myself talking out loud.  Sorry to the pre- tee time golfers eating at the counter.

Well my 3 egg whites on a hard roll with one piece of bacon is here. Yum.
I miss my breakfast partner but I’ll hang out with Nicholas Sparks and read hope I don’t cry at the sad parts.

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