That Race I Didn't Run

I was supposed to run an 8k in Barlett at 2 PM this afternoon.

My radiator sprung a leak, however, and on my drive to the race, I found myself temporarily stranded in a church parking lot on Summer Avenue with an overheated engine.

The Lord, perhaps taking pity on me for being if not in his house, then at least in his backyard, bestowed my vehicle with just enough staying power to roll into my mechanic's parking lot, but did not see fit to grant me the extra mile it would have taken to get to the race.

I accepted the Lord's judgment, and also accepted my father's car for my drive to work in the morning, and came home.

A beer seemed more than appropriate...and yet instead, I found myself sitting outside in the sun, reading a book. 

When I came indoors, I was hungry, so I ate half a grapefruit.  Then I lit a couple of candles, turned on some Enya, and looked at things under a microscope.

Megan called, and after we chatted, I looked in my cupboard and contemplated whether I should make myself chamomile or lemon zinger tea to drink during Downton Abbey later tonight...

HOLY SHIT. 

I've turned into the thirty-year-old version of myself.