It'a Friday.
I got into town at 4:57PM.
All three coffee shops close at 5. The library closes at 5.
I can't go home until 6 due to budding musicians pounding on our piano as the wife calmly taps her pencil on the music, "1 & 2 & 3 &...".
(I just can't watch as the child wanders down back alleys of rhythm to stagger strangely about, looking for the music. It's just sad.)
And I still have some hearing in my left ear so I can't listen to it either.
So I'm at the grocery store. There's wifi, internet, and aisles of temptation, begging me to cave in and not wait for dinner.
"Psssst," says the deli, "pizza rolls, baby. Pepperoni-packed and potent."
"Hey, guy."
It's the snack aisle trying to lure me in.
"Did you're doctor really say that you can't have DumDums, HoHos, and Snowballs? Man, he's just trying to hold you back. Take the jooooooy outta your life, yeah."
I didn't know that the whole potato chip section knows my name.
Kinda creepy, actually.
No. Nooooooooo.
Friday night is our pizza night. With family. And TV. And the Chair.
And - isn't that how it seems to work?
Temptation, I mean.
Take care of the immediate, forget the future. Sacrifice the "okay" for the "fantastic". Settling for "good" when the "best" is just around the corner.
Yeah.
I gotta get outta here.
Right now.
See ya, eh?