He paced around inside the house. Eyes darting, he couldn’t find a trace of his ex-wife.
How to get over her completely? He’d begun with a list of all the things he wanted to change about himself. He learned to cook, established an exercise routine and vowed to stick with it, stopped watching so much television in favor of reading more books. He made lists of herbs to plant in his garden, carpentry simple and complex around his home (the birdhouse being a small, most recent example), places around Philadelphia to visit via bicycle, new gastropubs to frequent, etc. He even made a master list of his various lists, for organizational purposes.
But today he couldn’t think of a single thing he felt like doing. Unnerved, he felt. Who was he anymore without something to do?
Back in the backyard, he stood and stared. A light breeze passed and made his neighbors' wind chimes chime. He took a deep breath and sat in his favorite chair, an outdoor rocker with comfy cushions. Maybe I’ll just do nothing for a few hours, he thought.
He fell into that peaceful zone between wakefulness and sleep. A Dark-eyed Junco flew from a nearby tree and stopped momentarily on a fence post in Winston’s yard, listened to him as he snored.
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