I'm a homebody. The only company I keep is the dog. Seriously, it's just me and the dog, all day long. I would be a recluse except for the fact that I live with my Lady. There you have it. I am smarter than the dog, but the dog is prettier. And I am rather thick when compared to my Lady, who is
much lovelier than I.
That being said, when I worked in the factory, and before my social circle got slowly pared down to nuthin' (a boring story that is a sidebar to my failed marriage) I tended to find folks around me a wee bit slower than I was, perhaps not as intuitive or ready to learn things, pick up on stuff, put their ducks in a row so to speak. I "dumbed down" a bit so I wouldn't look too out of place with the other lunch-buckets and clock punchers I spent my life with, and read a lot of books. My ex was a nice enough woman, but I really should have held off on the high school sweethearts marry young thing. Pretty sure I would have made different choices and wound up with a few more solid accomplishments.
That said, I am oh so glad that life unfolded in such a way that my Lady and I were able to find each other at the first possible moment that opened up for us. The last few years have been a beautiful thing
