I sit here, after my wife and I had our regular Japanese restaurant meal on Friday night, pondering my Saturday. What shall I do with hours of relief and release?
Shall I play in the chess tournament in North Richland Hills? I am in the mood to play in a tournament again, and yet the idea of losing from 8 a.m. until after 5 p.m. on one activity chills me on the idea.
I could walk the 9 mile round trip on Trinity Trail. The chilly weather could make this a pleasant walk indeed.
Perhaps the arboretum beckons--the last of the Fall blooms and the feel of a light fog, perhaps, drifting off White Rock Lake.
I've never walked the entire Greenbelt Trail, and this time of year promises birdsong, cool shade, and perhaps a deer or two.
I could take a kite to Sister Grove trail, and watch it dangle, midstream, while crows caw in the background.
Perhaps a Fall prairie flower or two still graces the native tallgrass prairie at Park Hill Prairie.
A good, long swim at the natatorium might be just what the doctor ordered.
I have an interesting sci-fi book going. I could combined that with a nearby walk, a new printer, and some creative writing.
Who knows? I might even find time to organize my spare room.
Choices are fun, but they are all still choices.