This is not about whiskey.
It's about television dinners. Wait, no. Television dinners have golden curtains and a multi-generational circle of happy family members, along with steam rising from turkeys. T.V. dinners, that's what I meant to say.
I have entered a time of my life that I never expected to enter. The time when, due to time constraints meeting up with budget constraints for a few drinks (this is not a post about whiskey!), T.V. dinners are suddenly the things that keep me going.
I leave the house before daylight, get home after dark. I am carrying a big ol' artist's portfolio bag and a backpack loaded down with books and tools. And when I step off the bus and know I have 5 odd blocks to traipse home still, I am almost not ashamed to admit that the thought of a minute's work and the microwaved sustenance it'll provide, well, that thought warms. my. heart.
I guess we all find ourselves in places we didn't anticipate. Just some of those places aren't as lame as T.V. dinner land.