There’s nothing quite like the feeling when you go out to the grocery store, come back with a trunk full of food, and after you put it all away, you don’t feel like eating anything you picked up.
So, you order a pizza, but when you put it on the counter and open the box, you don’t want it, either.
You get in your car and drive out to restaurant row in your town… fast food, sit-downs, diners… none of it jumps out at you.
You drive back home, crack open a beer, and watch the game.
Maybe tomorrow, okay?