Sometimes a silence or absence here means I am at a mental word block and feel like I have nothing to say.
It can mean that life is just too dang busy. It is summer after all in a family of 7.
Other times it means I have a million things to say, but simply can't.
This is one of those times.
There are tons of things I'd like to put words to, but now isn't the time.
I can give a few small bits.
Mr. Monkey will soon be a forever member of our family, barring any appeals.
It was an unexpected turn that happened literally right before my eyes.
I have a situation or two where I strongly want to explain or maybe defend my life and yet, I won't.
After thinking on it for a day or two I have many reasons for not responding. It isn't good for me. It isn't good for the other person. It doesn't change anyone's circumstance. I wouldn't be heard or believed any how, and so on.
Let's leave it at this. Everyone believes the grass is greener over there, but the reality is, all grass grows in mud.