Potato salad and the torment of my Soul

I am not a shopper. Anything that’s fillintheblank.wedeliver.com suits me just fine. So on my way home from work I am literally heehawing back and forth with myself if I want to make the effort of picking up much needed honey for my soon to be delivered tea. Since I only buy a certain honey from a certain local grocery store, I talked myself into going. Just thinking about that particular grocery store gave me a hankering for their special redskin potato salad. And that’s that in a nutshell. The warm feeling of absolute contentment snuck into the hearth of my soul with the dawning of my ridiculous struggle of having to go to the store. For some personal indulgence, not even for a chore. How long had it been for me to not have a thing on my mind, except for what I am going to eat with my favorite potato salad. Acknowledging that I had been putting nothing but undue sorrow on myself for umpteenth years. I plan on letting potato salad be pretty much the sole torment of my soul for some years to come.