who has felt revived after sitting in her car alone, inhaling McDonald's fries in the parking lot of Joann Fabric's?
Yesterday after Chris got home from Mass, my face quickly prompted him to tell me to be luxurious and just go somewhere all by myself.
I guess joining the high concentration of elderly men waiting in their cars for their crafting wives while tossing down my second choice (first choice was closed since it was Sunday) salty, perfectly crispy potatoes just spells out luxury to me because twenty minutes later ... I was doing just that.
It was divine.
(And much better than the rest of my two hours of solitude because the workers at Joann's weren't exactly helpful and the samples at Whole Foods were all empty ... and that was the only reason I had to go in there. Mickey D's fries and Whole Foods samples, big spender).
So when we were to the library with every single overdue book rescued from the deepest depths of our house this morning, and Mr. Abe and Mr. George told me that the library and the bank and the post office (all very wanted scratch-offs on the to do list) were closed to honor them, and Ryan and Conor were on the verge of breakdowns, it was just fine. All because of yesterday's divine time.
Can I feel some solidarity? What are your silly, solitary spots that oddly have restocked your patience?