Have you ever managed to paint yourself into the proverbial corner because of your words? What did you do while waiting for them “to dry”?
Oddly, though I’m sure it has happened many times in my life, being as I am a major league talker (if there were an Olympic even for talking, I’d be a contender), I can’t remember any particular occasion. Perhaps there are too many such occasions to sort them out, one from the other.
Nor can I remember what — if anything — I did to fill the ensuing silence. There is a strong possibility that moments like this no longer carry enough weight in my world to make them noteworthy.
Or I’m just losing my memory, which in this particular case, isn’t such an awful thing. For me, anyway.