I can’t say for certain what came first: the feeling that I was lost or the realization that I didn’t know where I was. The end result was the same. I was thirsty.

There are times when I’d rather not be where I am. Those times tend to take up more calendar space than I prefer. Solutions to my problem aren’t simple but they are available.

If I had time to think, I could get where I need to go. I’m looking for a pub to duck into for a drink so I can melt into the ambience without any tasks poking my ribs.

I can’t stop it but I can try to avoid it. I’m leaving town but it will come with me. I have an all-day event to attend when it will be trying to get my attention. No one will know me, so I can ignore it.

I could call attention to it in the hope that someone would buy me a sympathy drink. Or I could make a game out of it—I buy a drink for the person who guesses closest. Ha ha, no one will be close. They never are.

I’ll miss my family but at least they won’t have to worry about doing anything for me. It will be difficult to even find time for a phone call on that day. No one will ever know. Maybe that is my key to longevity.