I've been thinking this week about my interactions with others. And I've come to an important conclusion that many who know me have probably already come to. I'm not a people person - or, to be more specific, because I do like people, even some pretty strange ones - I'm not an extrovert. At all. Too much time with others, though I love them, drains me.
On Friday, I spent almost the entire day in working with others. I like working with others, but in small doses, you know? One of my libraries has been renovated and to put it all back together, we have to work as a team. A good portion of my work Friday was instructing the prison work crew in the Dewey Decimal system (and hearing about their, ahem, personal lives - they turned out to be mostly nice guys and pretty good shelvers). And people think working in a library is boring!
So, after the prisoners, I was pretty tired. Then, it was home to change, and head to the sunday school Christmas party. Lots of fun, but also lots of people.
You can imagine how relieved I was to get to spend most of Saturday by myself. I only had to talk to Matt, the bank teller, and the clerk at the $2 store. Nice - I got all recharged for the week ahead.