Back from shopping, and look at that! It’s almost time for lunch.
Before I go any further, I remembered to ask for five rolls of the One True Bag, and! the cashier remembered to give them to me, though he did question the need for five.
Another odd thing at the check-out — Today is, as previously mentioned, Veterans Day. I am not a Veteran. I want that upfront, because I know at least six women in the immediate vicinity who ARE Veterans. That said!
Hannaford is offering Veterans 10 percent off their total grocery bill today. The cashier asked the man ahead of me if he was a Veteran, and when the man asked why he wanted to know, provided news of the “holiday markdown.” The man then allowed as how he was not a Veteran.
My turn. I immediately asked for five rolls of The One True, we chatted a bit about how heavy I’d like my bags and if I wanted the bottles of distilled water in bags. He gave me my total. But. He didn’t ask if I was a Veteran. I would have told him No, naturally, but he should have asked.
Anyhoot! I’m in, the Stuff is stowed. I have some things to freeze, but they can rest in the fridge until I get around to it. There’s cat litter in the garage — FedEx Remembered! — and it can stay there until, oh, tomorrow.
And, now I do believe I’ll have lunch.
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I did have lunch, and then, because my back was hurting a little, I took a Sooper Tylenol, and retired to the couch to access the heating pad and veg for a while. I was joined in this project by both cats — Firefly tucked against my side, and Rook on the cat mat under the table, where he could see me.
Back on my feet and moving again. Duty to the cats has been done. There are a couple things on my desk that need my attention, then I’ll see how to access Doctor Who through Roku, which is apparently A Thing.
Oh. And I promised myself that I Would, Too rehang Steve’s space curtains, so I need to push the button on the curtain rods and brackets.
The party just never stops.
Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I’ll check in tomorrow.