Being an adult is waking up on a Saturday morning with the distinct feeling that you haven't slept enough... and ignoring that feeling, because there are fun things in store (you hope).
Sometimes I talk too much. I admit it; I get carried away with what I'm thinking about and could go on for ages if nobody says anything. Mostly this happens with people I'm very familiar with (my family and my closest friends), and sooner or later they'll shut me up, kindly or unkindly. But I… Continue reading Before readers there are listeners