Mondays are my long days. I usually log about 11 to 12 hours. At the end of today I was tired but needed to stop at the store because I could no longer subsist on sriracha and sweet potatoes.
Like most people, I dread grocery shopping. I avoid it to the extent I make it a challenge to use the remaining eggs, lentils, and cashews in my kitchen to create edible meals for days.
Truth be told, there are stubborn qualities about me which probably contribute to my loathing of grocery stores. I’m fairly certain I have a pathological aversion to shopping carts. No matter how long my list, I insist upon using a hand-held basket to carry all my goodies. I fill my basket until it is so heavy I have to rest it on one hip, like women may do with small infants, to keep it upright. Fellow customers give me confused looks as I walk stiff-legged through the store, my basket growing more unwieldy with each aisle I traverse. Continue reading “Monday Musings: Unexpected Kindness” →