I Am So Not Checking My Mail Today

Not the best start to a day.

And it had so much promise. I'm feeling completely swamped this week---with fittings for the skirts, writing a book review, living and breathing, and reinventing myself for the parties that I'm pretty sure I don't even want to go to and have let myself get pushed into---what can I say? I've gotten really used to my lazy schedule of coming home after work and not having anything I have to do---so I took a couple "personal" hours this morning to go to the grocery store and whip up some cookie batter to bake tonight as A fits me for the skirts.

On the way to the grocery store, some jerk in an oversized SUV decides that he wants to go straight, even though he's in the left-turn-only lane. I'm to the right of him and also in a left-turn lane. With my blinker on, clearly indicating my intent to indeed turn left. Regardless of all these facts, he gunned it straight through. If I had been just a second or two faster on my turn, I'd be typing this from a hospital bed.

I get to the grocery store, shaken but safe, and things seem to be looking up. Let me tell ya---9.00 a.m. on a Wednesday morning is the time to grocery shop. Then or about 9 p.m. on a Saturday night. I buzz through my shopping, get checked out, go to pay---and get told that my card was declined. Now, I know I had my little shopping binge this past weekend. But no way did I burn through a whole paycheck. Turns out that I don't shop nearly often enough---my recent purchases were "unusual" for my account so the bank put a security lock on it. You know, it'd be kind of nice if they would give you a call when they do that, rather than letting you find out the next time you're at the grocery store.

Things seem to be improving. A bit. But I'm keeping an eye to the sky for anvils. And I am not checking my mail.