Leave the lights alone, please
As near as I can tell, there’s only one chance (in a lifetime) for today’s question and paired response. Here we go.
Q. What did you do today?
A. I retired from the workforce.
See what I mean. Used a second time, people aren’t going to find you credible.
Anyhow, the day lasted for hours and hours (and hours). Too many to recount. I managed to (virtually) clean out my office space, and post a “For Rent” notice. Hate to see that comfortable a cubicle go unused. It provided shelter from the elements, a place to eat and nap (sporadically), somewhere to hang my hat. For decades. And when all was over, the trip home took just as long as any other day… Small mercy.
Back home, little time to rest and reflect before heading off for a supper rendezvous with the kids. In-family celebration, of the new availability of the father figure, at a moment in their lives when they are least apt to find it useful.
Here’s a conundrum. Why do restaurants turn down the lights for the evening setting? We arrived just early enough to see the plates, before that descent into darkness where snagging the tasty bits turns into a fishing expedition… Even when the menu has nothing to do with seafood.
I could bring a flashlight, I guess, but given that nobody else does that, it might not be classified as “acceptable dining behaviour”. Or, order a meal that is bland and comprised of a single item. Mac and Cheese comes to mind.
And now, on my fixed income, the restaurant thing should prove less of a temptation.
