Choosing Doesn’t Make it Easier
I made the call a couple of days ago that I would go into town to do a bit of shopping today. Of course, that doesn’t mean that I’m happy about it — if anything, my brain is doing its best to protest every which way possible. I’ve got to deal with the parking structure, I’ve got to deal with one-way traffic getting in and out of town, and there will be people… and oh yes, it’s clothing shopping, which I disliked even when I was stick tiny. Still, I know that I will probably feel better for having done it and having done more with my weekend than curling up in a bathrobe, but that doesn’t make it any more attractive from this preceding vantage.
Ah well, worst comes to worst, I can reward myself in the wool shop. If I manage to survive that long. *smiles wanly*
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