Dear Mr. Bubble,
I sometimes watch myself pacing around my apartment, checking things, taking a little to myself, peeking out windows, not answering the phone - really, just totally going within myself - and, of course, when I am in stealth mode as I call it, I certainly do not want anypone to see me nor do I want to go anywhere, primarily because I probably had not had a shower for a few days and look like a basket case - However, the good news is, it always ends, the day becomes brighter and the poetry that I write when I am in that mode is so good!
How are you doing anyway?
Maria