Again, I walked out into a block of dark blue and grey, with a stripe of red and orange by the treeline. I sank into my car seat and sat there while the car idled. My eyes hurt. I wearily put the car in gear, only flipping on my lights before I got to the traffic light at the end of the block.
My wife went out with old friends; I stayed home with the dog drinking scotch and too tired to get out of my work clothes. I got invited to go out, but my mood was too foul. The dog was company enough.
At 8 o’clock, I told myself to get up, get out of the room in my head with the sad music and shut the door.
I changed the air filter for the first time (agonizing 1960s technology – I give you the Attic Filter – yuck), did some laundry, and got started on my business plan.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
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