The Root of All Evil

Originally Posted Sunday, October 13, 2013

Jesus, I've done it again.  I stayed out late and spent too much money.  It is nothing I relish, not something I really want to do.  It is what happens, though, when you go out with friends.  It is what is known as "having a good time."  I feel that I've missed out on everything I like about the weekend.  It feels as if I have worked.  I may need to take tomorrow off to succor my psyche.  Three nights with others is too much for me.  I have not had time to contemplate. 

Yesterday I went to breakfast then came home and went back to bed.  I got up in the middle of the afternoon, went to the gym, showered, and met my friend for dinner.  He, however, brought over a very expensive bottle of scotch and we had to try it.  It was like spring water, so clean and pure.  Things just tumbled out of control from there.  We went to all the best places. 

The cat is traumatized.   She has missed me.  She does not take to company and goes into hiding when they come.  And then we leave, and when I come home, I fall into bed.  In the morning, I am not cat friendly.  And so now she is at my feet, rubbing her head against my ankles and pawing gently at my leg.  I will have to give her more attention than I want to after I finish writing this.  I need to set the gyroscope of life back on its axis. 

There are tales to tell, but I do not feel like telling them.  They always end in one of two ways. 

It is time for prayer.  It is time to cleanse.  I must get back to the healing rituals.  I will burn some sage, drink green tea, empty the rooms of clutter.  And most of all, I will quit spending money. 

My mother comes to dinner tonight, of course.  There's a start.