Today I was able to take an earlier train to go see my Far-Away-Boy. Hopefully this means I can get to bed earlier, because often I’m pretty knackered on Friday nights when I arrive and it ruins Saturday. I’m often not good for much of anything.
It’s a day with big, burgeoning clouds that are probably wreaking thunder and lightening on folks somewhere, but not where I am. The light is beautiful. I’m riding through the more industrial part of my country, but the setting sun makes even the small factories and loading areas look pretty.
I buy food for the train. Today I ate a salad at lunch and bought a sandwich for the train. And the sandwich did not look appealing at all, but I was hungry. So I tried to make it last for as long as possible, so I never felt like I was actually committing to eating it. It is now done and I feel bloated, like I’d like to walk the rest of the way.
There’s no way to get around it. It’s 4 hours to go see him, at best. I like the time to read, and get work done (even if tonight I’m being a bit lazy). But it is long. I’m getting used to it, but it is long. And I don’t see any way around it.
But I don’t think one should ever refuse love, just because it’s inconvenient.