There is no soda in the house.

Naturally, I’m craving soda.

If I take the time out to walk down to the dep and get some, I’ll lose about forty-five minutes. And I have to knock off early today because I have to pick the boy up right at five instead of five-thirty. (It’s the first orchestra rehearsal of the season tonight, you know.)

But if I go to the dep, there could also be chocolate.

This is my subconscious trying to avoid work, I know it is.

I’ll have cranberry juice instead. And cheese and crackers.

It won’t be the same.