I’ve been “busy” practicing “being here now”, which sometimes means just staying out of the way reading a book while angsty teens hole up in rooms, occasionally coming out to grab a bite and retreat, occupy the kitchen, do a chore, take hours-long showers, or go out.  I can barely get more than a monosyllable out of Y, who is probably angry or frustrated about something that didn’t go his way.  K has been going through one of his impenetrable bouts of distress as well.  E is polite but not inclined to communicate much.  So, pretty much normal.  I remember it well.  I’m sure my presence helps in some indefinable way, like a conveniently fixed landmark or sofa.  I won’t be devolving into knitting or crocheting, though.  I won’t sink that far!  As soon as it cools off, you know where I’ll be.