I spent the last five days in silence and solitude. Stopped all the whirling of the gears. I hibernated in my house in the woods in the Catskills and cranked up the wood pellet stove.
I bought enough groceries five days ago, so I had no reason to leave the house. The incredible cold spell also made staying inside just seem... sensible. So long as I didn't open the door, the house stayed toasty.
For the past five days, I've had only minimal, essential conversations with other people on the phone. Went out to eat a couple of times and talked with the waiter. Haven't even listened to the radio when I drive... not even the classical station. Prefer silence.
Yes, I have slept a lot. But, there has been a purpose to that. I'm trying to stop chattering and arguing on social media. It's so easy to focus on an internet enemy and to become paranoid. I'm trying to let go of all the controversy and all the kerfluffles. Inner peace takes precedence.
I watched TV during my period of hibernation... mostly movies and documentaries. The only program that stands out in my memory is a movie based on a Stephen King novel, The Good Marriage. Funny, but claustrophobic and annoying in the best King manner.
I traveled to Kingston a couple of times during my hermitage. Mostly to go to the gym. I enjoyed being among people, but I didn't seek or find conversation. Just watched them go about their routines. I'm building up my wind on the stationary bicycle so that I'm ready when the weather breaks and I'm able to bicycle outdoors.
To my slight dismay, writing and recording songs did not happen. Nor did drawing and animation. I'm trying to re-orient myself toward creative production... away from the political crap and the background noise on Facebook.
At least, I've succeeding in quieting down the internal storm and the shrieking from the Tower of Babel. Now, perhaps I can become productive.