Journey: From the bed to the kitchen to the couch.
Cups of coffee: 1 French press with breakfast and a homemade matcha green tea almond milk latte that I am mentioning because I want to sound fancy.
Personal growth moment: I washed all of my clothes and left the house in adult-appropriate apparel.
Things in this extremely modern house that confound me: (1) Cannot figure out how to turn on either fireplace. (2) Cannot figure out how to fully flush the environmentally-friendly toilets on the first…second…or third try. (3) Cannot figure out how adjust the water temperature in the shower to anything other than scald, boil, or incinerate.
Yesterday was a much-needed break from driving and an easy training day. I spent almost the entire day glued to an enormous blue couch, thinking about all of the exciting things I could be doing and enjoying not doing them. Eventually I got moving, turning the day’s corework session into an extravaganza that took full advantage of the open floor space. It was like Center Stage, but without the talent.
Since I was tired of eating things that came from a bag in my car, I went out for dinner. I’d considered trying something upscale and “local” but wasn’t feeling steak or chicken-fried anything, so I settled on Vietnamese. I walked into Pho Lien Hoa and signaled that I was a party of one, to which the hostess asked loudly, “You alone?”
Yes. I am a leper.
The pho was great; it’s wonderful that I can drive halfway across the country and enjoy the same soup I love at home. Even better, the table behind me was speaking Spanish the whole time. Globalization is awesome like that.
After dinner, I stopped in a natural food store downtown and paid eight times more than anybody ever should for bananas and hummus. Then I walked around Bricktown, which was really exciting for about 0.03 seconds, and then I’d had enough and went home to drink scotch from my travel flask and go to bed.
