This morning, I took some of my own medicine. And it’s not that “for medicinal purposes only” booze I keep under the mattress either. It’s me following my own advice.
August 30, 2016
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Several years ago, when the Walmart Neighborhood Market on Saddlecreek was new, I wanted a beer. I had just turned in the on-call phone on another three day weekend Monday morning, and I decided that I was going to jam all of the lounging and celebrating others' had been given into the piddly amount of hours left to me. That sliver of rebellion decided, Thunderhead and I hopped in the car and drove the several blocks to the store. Up and down the isles I lurched, like a Zombie from being under what can best be called house arrest for the previous week. I added junk food, some necessities and a bag of dog food the the cart along with my precious sixer of beer.
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