Out of steam
Without the proper terminology, I’m going to resort to the first available analogy. This evening, I “ran out of steam”. My own fault; tried to cram an excessive amount of activity into a single day. Now, my voice is flagging, my spirit is flagging, I’m flagging. It’s late, so I can head to bed, soon.
We started early, with a group breakfast. Bacon. That’s what sets our local restaurant aside from so many others. If you ask, you shall receive. And coffee (albeit mediocre). Before lunch, we broke up the meeting and headed off for what people usually do on a spring Saturday. Bought dirt and grass seeds. Can’t wait to mow the crop.
Suppertime rolled around, and we bundled back into the car for cheap steaks. Another restaurant, another meal in the public eye. I am at a point in my life where I don’t need a table and napkins to convince me to eat, but whatever.
That should have been enough; it wasn’t. Local trivia, where I sit in a noisy hall and search for answers that are pulled from the deep drawers of memory. Seriously. What letter has the most vowels? I know, I know!
Our team came in second. That’s also trivial. I usually see the exodus as a sign that it’s time to go home, but our table missed the cue. Finally, I found an alternative taxi for the person who won the most free prizes, and took the dog and me home under starry skies. I’ll mark this day down to “quickly getting older than I thought”, and just go to bed.
