|If only everything was as good as Yono’s pork belly
Maybe this is the payback for eating a mess of pork belly and bakmi last night? Despite the brilliant warm sunshine today, I seem to be having the most frustrating day I can remember. Here’s how it has gone down, dare I say, so far…
Woke up and recognized that with that hour being stolen from me (and you, too!), there was no way I could do the three things I had hoped to manage. And still feel like I had a day off, that is. Immediately cancelled my lunch plans via text and allowed myself to imagine an afternoon reading the paper and puttering. Ate some breakfast and walked to yoga
and found the parking lot surprisingly crowded. Realized that today was a special workshop or something and there was no Sunday morning Sadhana. Consoled myself with thoughts of leisurely reading the paper and perhaps doing some yoga at home.
Bought the paper, walked home and grabbed my scissors to clip coupons. What? No coupons? Did some investigating and determined that none of the “good stuff” was in my paper – no coupons, no book reviews, no weekly restaurant skewering or “journalistic” ridiculousness to mock for the week. Someone at Stewart’s didn’t do their job correctly. Crap. Hopped in my car to go to Lowe’s for some moth traps so I can finally confirm that the closet moths are truly gone. Guess what I found on the shelf? Yep, nothing. They’re all out. Merde.
Decided to stop in at Marshall’s in the
mindset that perhaps I could find something green for next week’s Running of the Green
. Nope, definitely not experiencing the luck of my people today, unless you’re considering the Potato Famine era. Drove to the pharmacy to pick up the two prescriptions I dropped off last week, fully prepared for them to be closed. Was slightly gratified to see the Open
sign illuminated. Was completely nonplussed when the pharmacist said he didn’t have enough synthroid to fill my order. Of course, he doesn’t. Why would he on such a day? Scheisse.
So…what to do? How about a load of laundry and hope the machine doesn’t break down? Maybe rake the front yard and release those crocus from the leaves and debris which have sheltered them all winter. Rake the back yard, as well, because it is something I can do without relying upon anyone or anything else. And go for a run. Better make it a long one.