talking on the phone

I just got off the phone with my hubby after our usual lunchtime catch-up session and, let's face it, nothing much to say. You'd think that after a whole morning of tying up "the loose end" or cleaning the house and watching the baby we'd have something to report. Or have thought up something intelligent or at least interesting or amusing to share. Or that we'd be so starved for meaningful adult conversation that we wouldn't be able to stop blabbing. Nope. Not much to say. It must be that we've reached the next level. There's no need to speak anymore. We just know....