Being out of touch is such an odd feeling. I just drift about, only acknowledging someone else's presence when they somehow sneak up on me. Catching me unaware in the loungeroom or kitchen. Not that I spend much time there. I am generally in my room.
It used to be his room.
I think I am ready to be back in touch, but now that I am, the house stands empty for the first time in weeks.
And someone that is else, a cat is miawing....suddenly I am wanted that that is new.