I have a bad habit of escaping reality through non-productive, or even destructive, means. Sometimes it’s just wasting time surfing the internet. Sometimes it’s food and/or alcohol.
I’m having a rough week. I met with a lawyer on Tuesday to get the divorce started. Papers were completed today and I stopped in to sign them. I know I don’t like the way this whole ordeal has made me feel. From what little Kristy has said, she’s feeling much the same way.
I wasn’t in the mood to cook after I got home today, but I wasn’t going to go out either. I decided to read another book. I burned through an entire novel, albeit an easy-reading one, in about three hours. Once done, I revisited the dinner situation.
I had leftover spaghetti that I cooked yesterday. I’ve been out of beer, and I’m not going out for more. That’s probably a good thing.
I have several ride options for tomorrow, but I’m not sure I want to ride tomorrow. I have a gravel ride with Patrick and Tim on Sunday. I could stand to do some housework and yardwork tomorrow. On the other hand, Timothy is putting on another LBC populaire tomorrow.
Maybe I’ll get up at 6:00am, eat a good breakfast, and decide what to do from there.
I’m going to go escape reality in my favorite fashion. I’m going to sleep.