I actually got out of the station today early. I was told to go home. I work too hard? I work too much? Who, me? There might be some validity to that, but the fact that I get paid for what I do is harder for me to comprehend. That’s just an added bonus. Plus, I’ve been going since the sun was barely starting to turn the sky a dark blue hue this morning. I’m a little tired.
Took the extra time today to so some shopping. Mainly for groceries, but I was also hunting for some new running shorts. I think it’s a bad sign when you can’t find anything out there smaller than two sizes larger than what your waist actually is. I found plenty of double XL all the way up to 5-XL.
It’s still amusing for me to go grocery shopping. Single guy in front of me, lots of frozen pizza and cereal. Guy behind me, spaghetti-o’s, can after can of soup, and boxes of various meals destined for the microwave. Which makes me hungry for supper. Chicken breasts sauteed in a white wine vinegar and pea pods. That sounds good.