I started feeling it over the weekend, which is usually hermit time. It was just a small itch, a nudge deep down in my brain. I tried to brush it off, maybe it will go away, I thought. It had been a while since I had felt this. I knew the feeling only vaguely, from years ago. I still couldn't identify it exactly, I couldn't put a name to it. What was this that I was feeling?
I thought to myself, yeah, well, when you were younger, you were far more...gregarious. Wait, what? No, not me...
Yep, you used to like being in a crowd. Think back twenty-five years ago, or so, when you lived in Milwaukee. Remember how much time you spent at Fuel Cafe? Hours on end.
Then it hit me. Not only was I talking to myself, I was getting stir-crazy! Spring Fever! Shouty crackers! I needed to get out of the apartment.
I needed a break in the day in and day out routing of waking up, going to work, coming home, going to bed...ad nauseum.
So all day today, I planned it out. I had already packed my sketch bag with sketchbook, pens, watercolor and my Kindle. I will get off work, go home, change into jeans, grab a bite, and then head to a cafe. I could spend a couple hours there and still get home before Valerie was finished with teaching. It would be great.
Except, well, it didn't happen. It's too cold to go walking around State Street, so I thought, Barrique's on the West Side. I got back into the van and headed out, the excitement, the "I am finally doing this" feeling made the hairs on the back on my neck stand up. I was finally going to go out and get some sketching done.
They were absolutely packed. No seats. None. My shoulders sagged as I walked back out and back to the van. I thought, well, I guess I will try the Barrique's in Middleton. I drove by and saw that it wasn't worth getting out of the van.
So, I came back home. I made myself a double cappuccino and decided instead to get some writing in.
Maybe I will try again tomorrow, in another area of Madison. There are coffee places everywhere...