not a good day in black rock, or why some women take ativan.
woke up from a heart pounding, gut wrenching nightmare, mostly so because the 9TS was front and center and waking up was simply reliving the pain of loss again. i hate those dreams. i heard kidlet hot footing it around and called her name. no answer. so i texted her and she who had been sound asleep . . . thank you, left over dream . . . came up to keep me company.
launched myself and my green bags to publix to do the weekly grocery shopping. they no longer sell kidlet's favorite bbq sauce. ok. they were out of garlic. how is a store out of garlic. i was getting frustrated, mostly blow back from the dream.
got home and put away the groceries and made myself a ham sandwich heavy on the mayo and something niggled at my brain. my sliced turkey was MIA. i search the fridge while kidlet searched the bags. it was on the receipt but not in the bags. yes, i know i could call and they would replace it but it was safer for the world if my growing frustration stayed home and took a nap instead.
got up to make a pot of chipotle chicken corn chowder and somehow dropped the pot holder on the burner. the not so lovely aroma got my attention:
1 comment:
That tree guardian is pretty cute and your soup looks yummy.
Hope that today is better.
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