[travel] Park City, Day 2 - Lies

At two o'clock in the afternoon, I lied to my mother. She called and, detecting grogginess in my voice, she asked if I was still sleeping. I said I was just taking a nap.

I took a leisurely walk to Main Street and found a little coffee shop. With a cup of Americano and a brownie I found an outdoor seating in the sun. I took out Raymond Carver's book from my camera bag and started reading. I sat there and read three of his stories. I folded corner of a page of a story titled "Careful", where it read,

At first, he couldn't remember anything noteworthy. Then he remembered eating those doughnuts and drinking champagne. Time was when he would have considered this a mildly crazy thing to do, something to tell friends about. Then, the more he thought about it, the more he could see it didn't matter much one way or the other. He'd had doughnuts and champagne for breakfast. So what?

In Park City I learn there is little difference between alcoholism and depression.