Lately, I’ve been plagued by thoughts of meal time. Well, maybe it’s more correct to say that at meal times I’m plagued by thoughts of what to have. After work, I’m usually too tired to bother to make anything. Thanksgiving and the impeding Christmas celebrations put a kink in my routine. I haven’t been able to get back on track. I need to go to the grocery store, but I’m too busy. Plus, I hate the early darkness.
It’s a well known fact that I’m a ‘fraidy cat. Once the sun sets, I pretty much just make a bee line for home. The idea of getting out of my car in the dark by myself in a parking lot sets my imagination off on a frightening road.
Lunch is the same problem, but it’s light out, so I’m a little more apt to venture somewhere to seek sustenance. I just have a hard time calculating how much effort I want to put into my journey. It’s the rain that makes me want to hole up in my office. Because you know, people are idiots and then they get into these huge machines and drive them like idiots. Add in the rain factor and the sum equals me staying in the office staring at the fridge wondering how long that Lean Cuisine has been in there.
I just need to find time between work, the short daylight hours, Christmas shopping, and various social engagements to get my whiny self to the grocery store. It’s funny how a mundane task becomes exhausting in my head.