Maybe in Wisconsin I Would Not Feel So Other

I found a Bluetooth this morning, and drove around pretending I was having important conversations with important people. I discussed my real estate holdings, and coordinated construction projects with private contractors. I walked into the coffee shop and said "excuse me" to the imaginary person on the other end of the line and then "sorry about that" when I started the conversation up again. I worked on planning the next Reedsburg Butter Festival, which is going to need to be extra awesome because the last one was cancelled because of flooding.

I was sitting on a bench and a young boy was watching me for a while and then told me that he knew that I wasn't talking to anybody.

He seemed pretty proud of himself for figuring this out.

Whatever.