Call me selfish. Call me unsociable. Call me crazy for wanting to spend most of the day talking to just my dog, Sophie. (By the way, pictures of Sophie goodness coming soon). But I spend all week talking to people, either at work, where events can often re-define the term ‘crazy ass busy’ or at home, when my very talkative boyfriend Rick gets home, or out with my friends, none of whom are exactly the shy and retiring type. When Sunday rolls around, I increasingly find I need a little fix of my own company. Rick usually works Sundays, leaving me free to work out, take Sophie for our favorite sunny walk down Sacramento Street (the Laurel Heights end), catch up with friends in the UK via Facebook, read a good book, linger over grocery shopping and then eat everything good and fresh in one fell swoop. When most of your time is spent with other people, it’s amazing how good it can feel to just chill out by yourself. Just you. No-one wants or needs anything from you. (Except Sophie, but she’s a dog, give her a break!) Selfish? No, I prefer to think of it as sanity-preserving. An essential oasis of peace in a world where it’s increasingly hard to find some. And a great refresher for the week ahead. After a few hours of my own thoughts, I’m always more than ready to jump into Sunday night drinks with the girls, or dinner and Lindy Hop practice with Rick. (I use the term ‘practice’ loosely of course, you’ll find out what I mean in the future.) Four or five hours of my own company once a week is a sound investment for the rest of my life.