I had a day off today where I tried to be a normal person.
One, I went into work three times on my day off. Note: In the future, when I take time off, I will leave the city. Even if I just go to The Prime in Trego, a small crossroads town where The Prime has great food.
Two, I'm not normal. I never will be. Doing what others do will never be.
This morning I woke up and went to a coffee shop where I ordered a regular coffee with a muffin. Backroads Coffee serves legit excellent coffee. They have all the flavors but I remain intimidated so I ordered a regular coffee. I don't know if they do their own baking but the glazed lemon poppy seed muffin was about the most tender breakfast pastry I've had.
I brought my computer to do some personal work, and fit in a little bit with others who suck off free WiFi as though it were mother's teet.
Great coffee, wonderful muffin -- although given the poppy seeds I can't pass a drug test -- but it turns out I'm not a hep cat. Which is what the kids are calling it nowadays.
I don't need to live what others live and of course I never have.
Late in the day, in between one of my stops at work, I shopped at a grocery store as Thursday was payday.
It's a Friday on the July Fourth weekend in a tourist area and a day when people get their Social Security checks.
Shopping was like the parade scene from "Animal House." I'm pretty sure Kevin Bacon was there, exhorting everyone to remain calm and I think I stepped on his face.
Entire sections were wiped out. Weird ones. I bought the last jar of queen-size Spanish olives. Someone took out the entire tonic section. Like mustard? You're out of luck.
One item that remained on the shelf: Cream of eel soup,
Today was a good day -- not Ice Cube kind of good day -- but a day where I could catch up on personal stuff. And now Saturday, I'll work a couple hours and clean what needs cleaning and then settle in to a homemade meal of chicken powdered with Penzey's lemon pepper season. Highly recommended. Some tomatoes and cukes from a local Mennonite farm and a glass of wine from a highly rated cardboard box.
Not such a bad life.
Peace unto Ukraine and peace and sustenance unto you my dear sisters and brothers.