Reset Forty-Two, Day Thirty-Four

Thursday I finally got around to making arrangements for a shopping trip today. The niece who usually takes me is ill, so one of the nephews is going to brave the heat to take on the task. But this means I have to spend much of tonight on the market web site filling a digital cart with little representations of foodz. I'll pick it up tomorrow afternoon, then go to the store that doesn't have curbside pickup but does have a few items I need, and cheaper than the store that has pickup.

I don't know if I dislike actual shopping or online shopping more, but I wish I didn't have to do either one. I am profoundly un-American. Hating shopping is heresy, and I expect to be tortured and executed for it one day. But not today. Today I will shop, and be sad and anxious. But then I will have donuts and orange juice and tea and sandwiches, and that will make me something resembling happy, for a while. Until I must shop again. It's the circle of life. Around and around and around and around and around...

I'm dizzy.