Oh, honey, you're not dead inside. You're just... ummm... focused. Yes, that's it. You're focused. Rather than wasting valuable soul space on every little non-descript corner of God's creation you choose to truely and deeply appreciate a few select aspects of it.
You have, what I like to call, a disciplined soul.
And really, God should realize that by now. Angels were a poor choice. He should have sent a choir of baby goats to bleat at you from on high.
I can't decide which I like more... your description or your husband's obvious adoration of your weirdness. They both make my heart sing. Cuz I like songs. But I hate squirrels.
I so totally cannot wait to read your books.
I'm giving some serious thought to the pee test. I have this doctor friend, see, and this new-ager cousin. If I can get them together, maybe we have a marketable item here.