Photo by: Tim Bindner It was a fairly productive weekend for me. One I enjoyed. Nothing earth shattering by societal standards, but I had fun. My sister is the type that has to run, run, run and always be busy. She blames work, her two boys in multiple sports and then whatever other things she can do to fill time. I am the opposite. I like quiet time. If I am rushing here and there, then I feel I miss things, and my anxiety goes into overload. I am perfectly content doing what I do when I want to do it. Saturday, my wife and I attended a neighborhood cul-de-sac party. It began at 5pm and was supposed to end at 10pm. A simple pitch in with bring your own chairs, BYOB, and bring a dish. We walked down the street and arrived around 6:30pm. I began talking to the neighbors I knew and met some new neighbors I didn’t. As the time, as the alcohol flowed, I talked to a new neighbor I had not met before. She was in my personal space (you know, the close talkers), and my thoughts we...