My Dad

Is an introvert, who lives in the bush with an extroverted wife, in a very remote part of Faraway Province.  He's in his mid 70s, and he is in very good health, but his hands shake a bit, and he's a bit tired, I think, overall.

I think he's had to work very hard on his social skills his whole life, and he's not getting any better at it as he ages. He has an old nigh-dead dog, which gives him an easy excuse to avoid doing things with people.

He's mentioned this week that on a good day he speaks to only one other person, his wife, and on an even better day he speaks to no one at all.

He likes to read, he likes to write, and he likes to watch British murder mysteries on the TV.

Fine.

At some point, he will have some hard choices to make as his health deteriorates.  It occurs to me as I type this that maybe he's stocking up on solitary time, knowing that he will have to move somewhere more populated if his health gets worse.