Introductions are so awkward.
Purposefully talking about oneself out of context is . . . well, what does one say?
And why? Nothing about me is relevant -- or interesting -- to anyone else out of context, without relating to something.
So . . .
Here I am, propped up on my bed, Macbook on my knees, Kharma stretched out beside me, snoring gently with her shoulder gouged into my waist and one ear artfully arranged on a pillow, paws twitching in her dreams (possibly of chasing prowlers), trying to think of something engaging to say. Me, not Kharma.
Kharma always has something engaging to say.