A little bit of running away

I really should have gone straight home after I finished helping a friend move a load of boxes to her new house. I found that I did not have it in me to go back home and start working on the list of chores. Instead I drove to Zupas, bought lunch, and ate while reading. I even found a table in the corner where I could tune out all the other patrons. So I narrowed my focus to the world in the pages, transmitted to me through text. When I emerged, all my food was gone and an hour had...