Pizza Night
The problem with setting oneself a goal is the incessant need then to live up to the goal. Of course it would be easy at this stage to let the goal slide — I’m barely four days into writing so the physical habit of the thing has not even come close to setting in to my psyche.
However the goal persists and the itch, while still miniscule is there to put the proverbial pen to paper, or in this case, fingers to keys, and get something down on the white screen in front of me.
My new found state has left me — to use another proverbial phrase — a rudderless ship. There was not much to do today beyond searching the internet for entertainment, distraction or a job.
And while writing will take up a bit of my day, so far it’s nowhere near enough to provide the needed distraction for longer than about thirty minutes or so.
The morning passed slowly, the motivation was low, but the routine of thirty years finally won out over my over tired and over thinking brain so that the, as we call them in my family, “Morning Ablutions” were completed, the pot of English breakfast tea brewed, and what few chores needed doing were done leaving me the bulk of my day to just sit and ponder.
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And ponder I did — my TikTok feed full of the recent job dispossessed and hiring tipsters serving as the background noise to fill my brain full of the task at hand — if not the actual task itself.
I did manage to find some likely candidates though I’ve found the job pool to start to shallow, and dropped my resume into the proverbial (there’s that word again!) bucket of hiring potential.
A side trip was done to drop off the last of my corporate detritus at the local offices that would no longer need to be in my possession and then what was left was looking forward to a dinner out at our favorite pizza place — Niles Peacock Kitchen & Bar.
My choice, pictured below, was the Detroit style “Hot Wheel” pizza — mozzarella, spicy sausage, onion and jalapenos nestles into a chipotle cream sauce and topped with a swoosh of sriracha. It’s spicy and crunchy and chewy and comes out perfectly cooked from their stone-fired pizza oven. Add in a local IPA from Georgetown Brewing and you’ve got the perfect complement to a superb dinner.
And with that my day was as complete as I could make it — not yet quite done however my tired and sad brain pretty much thinks it’s time to put a wrap on the day and call it good enough.
