Just because I had to meet the Bossís ex-wife in front of Wal-Mart today doesnít mean I had to go inside the store and spend money. However, that was my intention when I started out, even though I couldnít think of a single thing I needed from there. I just needed a little shopping therapy, I guess.
If I needed it then, I still need it, because by the time I got there I had decided I didnít want to go into the store after all. I picked one of the sunny spots on the sidewalk in front and waited about five minutes before she drove up. I handed her the blank voided checks she needs to get her new insurance automatically deducted from the company bank account, and she thanked me profusely (more than necessary, really, considering I didnít feel as if I had a real choice in the matter).
Itís not that big a deal. I have to remind myself of that every time I drive down Stony Point Road to the big box store. It actually takes less time to get there than it does to get from home to the supermarket where I do my shopping and banking. And I go there at least twice a week, so if I had any affinity for Wal-Mart, I could shop there at least as often. I have no great love for that store, as Iíve probably mentioned before. Iíd rather shop at Target, which is closer (but takes longer to get to).
So instead of spending money, I came home and wasted time. I didnít get a lick of work done today (unless you consider the drive to Wal-Mart and back ďworkĒ). No laundry, no house cleaning — not even any cooking, because I still have the same leftover chicken and potatoes Iíve had for almost a week now. Lack of an appetite really saves on the groceries, donít you know. I just sat and read and took a little nap. Good Sunday.