At the end of the workday, I hung around gabbing with different people until over an hour and a half after I should have gone home. I realised finally that I just didn't want to go home.
Sometimes the apartment feels so empty I can't face coming back here. Not to sound overly dramatic and boo-hoo self pitying, but being alone does tend to drag on one after a while. While driving home, I suddenly decided that I really wanted to check out some knitting books at Chapters, so I got off the highway spent some time aimlessly wandering the aisles, picking things up and putting them down. The one thing that did make me smile was this:
It's called Cup of Yarn, and it's a slushie cup with a skein of yarn stuffed in it and a set of bamboo needles stuck through the straw hole. Very cute, if overpriced.
After that, I went to the grocery store to pick up more bagged salad (can you overdose on lettuce? I need to know if I should be watching for any symptoms) and some popcorn, again wandering the aisles to delay the inevitable trip home. I was ridiculously pleased when the woman next to me in line spoke to me briefly. Next was the video store, where I picked up two used movies for only a couple of dollars more each than the rental price, and a couple of rentals. So now I own Hitch and Finding Neverland. Hope I like them at least a little bit. Of course, the debit was broken, so I walked to the gas station the next block over to find a cash machine and paid $1.50 for the privelege of accessing my money. By the time I returned to the video store, the debit was fixed.
So now I am at home. I've had my salad dinner and I'm to settle in for an evening with John Cusack. Things are bound to look up.