|Pissed Off! / Better / Guilt|
February 21, 2010
Just what I need to start the god damn day! A ration of shit about an inconsequential task that any normal adult would take care of themselves. I was in a good mood but now I am fuming. This is going to be long, silent trip home & if she doesn't hurry, she can deal with the fucking Mickey D's House people. And I for one don't really give a damn.
We finally got on the road without killing each other, but it was damned quiet for awhile. We dropped something for the kid at the center and made our way over to Best Buy to pick up N's new laptop. We got it and I picked up a few accessories to go along with my new gadget, a high capacity iPod Touch. I probably shouldn't have gotten it but anything that encourages me to stay in touch is a plus in my book since it is an indication of my continuing recovery.
After that we grabbed lunch at Five Guys Burgers, which was to die for. If you ever see one, they have my recommendation. Large all-beef patties with a multitude of toppings and fresh cut fries. All made to order - no freaking heat lamps or microwaves! Yum!
From there, we finally hit the road to the hinterlands of West-by-god-Virginia around 1pm. Been on the road since - about 4 hours or so but we have wandered off the beaten path, ignoring the bitchy protests of the GPS. For the past hour or more, it has demanded that we take a route back toward DC. Instead in our rebellion, we have wandered through the back-country roads of Virginia toward the Shenandoah Valley. We have traded speed for some much prettier scenery and a more relaxing, interesting drive. We have seen mountains, woods, farms, old buildings, wineries, and antique shops. We plan to come this way again and explore further.
After a typically grouchy start, the day has turned out more than a little OK. We just have to cover the last 100 miles or so. We even have a dinner waiting on us, thoughtfully offered up by DT & TT - my pup's former owners.
I have so much that I need to catch up on and get down in some form other than my scrawl. So much I need to explain to confess out of the hope I can maybe forgive myself and climb out of the melancholy mire that I created for myself. However, I don't feel comfortable writing about it with N sitting next to me. So much of it involves her & I have treated her unfairly from the start to ensure my survival, I carry more than a little guilt but I am not ready to fess up to her.