That is great to hear!
While I never get bored (I am what my mom calls "socially awkward" while some of my friends call me misanthropic, which of course is not true... I just don't know how to make small talk, I am very polite and will always smile and nod, I just don't start conversations easily, unless I know you well and then I won't stop talking) DH is a lot more... social?! He needs to do stuff while you can just put me in the corner with a good book and pick me up for dinner.
Hey, you sound just like me!

On the two DIS meets I have attended so far, I have spent lots of time standing and smiling politely and hoping someone would talk to me since I'm hopeless at initiating small talk conversations myself. So let's do that together!
You both sound like my DH. He is very shy and feels awkward in social situations. He even has trouble with smiling and nodding because he feels like he should say *something.* But once you get him talking, you can't shut him up. Ask Linda.
Hi Claire!!!! 
And Margaret, and Norman, and other Pat, and Linda. I've been AWOL, too.
Here are some random things from my life:
The play is over, I'm still working 50-hour weeks, and most nights I just come home and crash on the couch.
I'm auditioning for another show next week. All you Brits - talk "British" for me here! The play is a Brit farce and I need to work on my accent.
I did a little free-lance typing for one of the vet's clients this week. It was a talk on the history of Venice, of all things. Brief, but interesting. I think that would be a great place for the WBTA to depart. But I won't complain if we end up back in Barca.
We're going to be fostering an aging Dachshund for a few weeks. The owner is in the hospital and the family member who was supposed to be looking after the little guy was less than responsible. Should be an interesting experience, given our current pack. My contact person tells me he's a pretty nice dog, and plays well with others. I just hope my "kids" aren't too obnoxious toward him.
Must toddle off to bed now. Another 10-hour day tomorrow, and Dennis signed us up to work at "Irish Night" tomorrow night, which is an annual fund-raiser at the school where I used to work. They used to have Irish stew, among other edibles, but this year it's going to be pimento cheese sandwiches, cheese nachos, and fish & chips. Now, I know it's Lent, but the Bishop has always given us dispensation for Irish Night. Pimento cheese and nachos? Not exactly thrilling my Irish palate. Dennis and I, however, will be serving up the Irish Coffee. Not sure how "Irish" that really is, but after a couple of them, no one cares.
