It was one of those decisions that would later, almost surely, nagg him all night and he took it.

He had made many decisions before but this one struck a deep chord. He just couldn’t figure it out. Why in all the world this peculiar yet simple act could have so many repercussions. He went home to await the dreaded guilt overcome his senses. He stood there almost impatient. The look in his eyes betraying his state of mind. It came at 12:45, just before the news came on, and then he regretted it and felt better afterwards. It was a nightly ritual that had now come to dominate his afternoons. He nearly got an inkling that maybe, just possibly, this issue was way getting out of proportions. The guilt used to last longer he thought. Other people have more serious problems than my little burden; that he even gave a rational twist to his issue was a new development to the eccentric behaviour that he came to perform every tuesday. He didn’t give it a second thought. No guilt, no problems.