Well, this week is a maelstrom of bad weather. Ive spent much of the week in too much pain to do anything. I have arthritis in my hips, and thanks to the shoddy weather, I remember why I thought I’d need a cane this winter. So I’ve been sleeping hardcore. I don’t feel bad about it; it’s been awesome. I did squeak in a ten miler, but I’m paying for it even now.
I am, however, going on a date today. I periodically try this particular misadventure from time to time. I would think my sparkling personality and charming wit would keep a person entertained. Unfortunately, this is never the case. The people that like me the most are the people that I like the least (unable to hold a conversation while trying to make me their actual mother). So, I go on a quest for drinks and have no more expectations on the world. Two fail marriages doesn’t leave a horrible mark on me but does attest to my terrible choice in men. Until the day I can clone myself, I will have inferior skills in picking people that don’t suck for me. Nobody is perfect /sigh