Chapter 3

It was a dark and stormy night.  (See first paragraph, Chapter 2)

I had arrived home about 9:30 and greeted most lovingly by my devoted cat, Emma.

“How are you Tobey?  Are you well?  Are you going to feed me rather soon?”

Of course, she doesn’t really talk like that…I’m not crazy.

She is much more polite than that.

“Yes, yes.  Hang on a second.  Just let me get my coat and boots off.”

I lived very close to The Book Shop.  I did so because I have no car and have chosen to try to do without one for a while

To say I was trying to “go off the grid” would not be true but I was trying to do…something like it…but less drastic.

So now I watch very little TV.  Maybe the news on CNN…if  I’m feeling brave…and of course who can pass on “The Housewives of New York City” for heaven’s sake.

I go on-line about an hour a day but try to avoid it completely on the week ends.

But much to my surprise, after doing this for about five months I felt absolutely no different…which I thought odd.

I expected to feel more “Zen-like”.  Peaceful.  Centered.   But did not.   And “Housewives” was wrapping up their season.

Maybe I needed to come up with a ‘new plan’.