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azurelunatic) wrote2024-02-29 11:30 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2024-02-29 11:30 pm
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Today: therapist, then shopping.
Therapist is recovering from Covid. I gave her some firm advice about not starting to exercise for Quite Some Time for better chances at avoiding Long Covid.
Since Belovedest is at the local convention this weekend, I was for shopping solo. (And I sent my chemo team a message about renewing my placard.) As I headed out, we were getting Wintery Mix. It got worse as I approached the Costco. I contemplated turning around, but we were then looking at Friday, or the actual weekend, and ugh.
There was still some slush on my bumper when I came out, but there was less precipitation by that point.
Stopped by Home Goods and Trader Joe's; the former had those rings you put on your rolling pin to govern the minimum thickness of your dough, and the latter had the bread I hadn't realized I needed to ask for at the Wednesday night trip. [Edit: woops, fixed]
Safeway was fine. I had a hankering for roast beef sandwiches, which I decided to indulge in a constructive way (sliced lunch meats, rather than pre-formed sandwiches). I'd forgotten the list in the car, but fortunately most of the tracking was taking place in my head rather than on the physical object.
I beat Belovedest home, but just barely. My cocktail spikes had arrived, so once I run them through a dishwasher I will be able to skewer small fruits, vegetables, and other cocktail garnishes properly. Because I am no fun, I got the set with the plain ball ends (because they seem less of a dishwasher problem than the others). Because I am slightly fun, I also got a small set of sword style ones, because that's Belovedest's favorite kind. I just don't expect washing them to be my favorite activity.
Next on the list: a dishwasher cup to support the washing of smaller items. I just have to send it to Belovedest.
Therapist is recovering from Covid. I gave her some firm advice about not starting to exercise for Quite Some Time for better chances at avoiding Long Covid.
Since Belovedest is at the local convention this weekend, I was for shopping solo. (And I sent my chemo team a message about renewing my placard.) As I headed out, we were getting Wintery Mix. It got worse as I approached the Costco. I contemplated turning around, but we were then looking at Friday, or the actual weekend, and ugh.
There was still some slush on my bumper when I came out, but there was less precipitation by that point.
Stopped by Home Goods and Trader Joe's; the former had those rings you put on your rolling pin to govern the minimum thickness of your dough, and the latter had the bread I hadn't realized I needed to ask for at the Wednesday night trip. [Edit: woops, fixed]
Safeway was fine. I had a hankering for roast beef sandwiches, which I decided to indulge in a constructive way (sliced lunch meats, rather than pre-formed sandwiches). I'd forgotten the list in the car, but fortunately most of the tracking was taking place in my head rather than on the physical object.
I beat Belovedest home, but just barely. My cocktail spikes had arrived, so once I run them through a dishwasher I will be able to skewer small fruits, vegetables, and other cocktail garnishes properly. Because I am no fun, I got the set with the plain ball ends (because they seem less of a dishwasher problem than the others). Because I am slightly fun, I also got a small set of sword style ones, because that's Belovedest's favorite kind. I just don't expect washing them to be my favorite activity.
Next on the list: a dishwasher cup to support the washing of smaller items. I just have to send it to Belovedest.