Incessant chatter. Endless questions.
When I was a kid, there was a song on one side of a 45 record I used to play over and over. Entitled “Yakkity, Yak, Blah, Blah, Blah,” this little ditty was about a man who comes home from work feeling tired and his wife just peppers him with questions and demands. Makes me chuckle today because even though I tried never to do that to my husband when I was still married, I realized that I share the same sentiments as the singer on the record because I feel constantly barraged with questions, complaints, demands, from people at work and the three teenagers in my home!
I seek solitude. Some solitude each and every day. This funky little piece I wrote on a day when I was counting down the time until I could get away from everyone who was driving me crazy!
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