I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go for lunch today, so I just kept driving until I ran out of land. It was fun.
That’s one of the perks of being a divorcé with no kids, no pets, and a burglar alarm. You can leave your house at 9:00 in the morning and not get home till midnight, without having to be concerned whether anyone else will worry, starve, shit themselves, complain, or otherwise react in any way whatsoever.
I think I wrote about this once before, fifteen or so years back, but I can’t be bothered to look for it to create a link right now.
