Page Turning

Here we are. Another installment of the semi-examined life. Took a mini-road trip to Boerne yesterday. Went shopping. Ate lunch at a golf resort. Came home. Drove to Marble Falls. Made a bank deposit. Bought cat food at a big box grocery store. It was my first time inside such an establishment since the pandemic started. I’m officially addicted to curbside service for my bulk shopping. The quick, in-and-out, ninja grocery raid is what my life has become. That’s ok. I was probably wasting time anyway.

Today, the white board is bare until this evening, when I visit friends for a socially distanced dinner. I have a feeling winter is really going to impinge on this entire social distancing thing. I guess that’s why they feel the pandemic may blow up again with everyone retreating indoors. I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m still good outside when it’s cold. In fact, that was our preferred camping weather. Fewer people and easy access to parks. Plus, way better stories. Take the night the temperature dropped to 19 and the feral cats got on top of our tent. That was fun.

I think this is one of those segments in a novel that would be cut out because it doesn’t drive the plot. But I’ll be honest, which is an odd thing to say because it implies I’m less than honest other times, so lets forget that. I’m pretty happy with days that fail to drive the plot. They may be boring to the casual observer, but how much excitement do we really need on a day-to-day basis. I’m guessing not as much as one might imagine. Nope. I think the majority of us would like easy, uneventful days, with a nice job, a warm bed, a nice meal, family, and a few good friends. Although, maybe that’s just a peculiar trait of us older folks.