“”O Rose, thou art sick!” as the poet said....”
That’s what Kay said this morning, so she won’t let me come out to play. I had to come to the garden alone while the dew was still on the roses....and the weeding...and the mulching...but no one walked with me or talked to me, soooo I just talked to myself.
Christ is always walking with you. Thus there is no such thing as a soliloquy. :^) For you always have a companion.