Sunday morning words

It is a chilly Sunday morning in the bottom of the San Joaquin Valley of central CA.  I have had a busy week and am enjoying a quiet slow morning.  I had my dose of crowds yesterday morning at the "Science Bowl" tournament at CSUB with my 18 yr grand son. I should be fine for several more months, but I still need a fix of "woman talk."  That seems to be the one thing that I do not get enough.  Almost every night I dream of being with my mother, and my sisters, my daughters, and my grand daughters.  I crave female companionship. I live in a male dominated household, with my husband (74) of 51 years, my son (43), and my youngest grandson (17).  So every once in a while I have to run away and seek out female company.