It beats drinking.
On particularly bad days, I have an unlimited tolerance for Spider Solitaire, and can sit like a zombie for hours in front of my computer screen until it's time, finally, to shut everything down and go to bed. It's free, it doesn't cause liver disease, and if your daughter suddenly needs a ride, you don't have to explain that you can't help because mommy is too drunk to get behind the wheel.
Today, though, I've promised myself to resist the palliative effects of my online gaming, and attempt to re-enter the world (such as it is up here in deepest dark suburbia). A tease of spring is in the air, with the temperatures expected to climb near fifty -- close to sixty by tomorrow. The once pristine mounds of blizzard snow have turned black and jagged, but the good news is they're melting fast. Surprise patches of ice are disappearing, and I might even be able to walk the dogs without falling flat on my ass.
Wisdom has it that it's not a good idea to wish your life away, but by mid-February, there's nothing wrong with fantasizing about a little bit of fast forward. The official start of spring is not much more than a month away, and although spring in Chicago doesn't generally keep its astrological appointment, the approach of March always at least brings a glimmer of false hope. And false hope sure beats the shit out of despair.
I'm particularly optimistic about by resolution to kick the spider solitaire habit for at least a day, since there are so many other mind numbing activities to choose from. There are hampers full of laundry begging to be noticed, and a house full of clutter screaming for attention. Bills to be paid, forms to be filled out, long overdue phone calls to be made. Not to mention just getting outside to enjoy weather that doesn't cause joint pain. So much to do, so little time.
Maybe just one game.
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