Shopping makes me more tired than I would have thought possible. I think this is the most time I've spent in a mall-like atmosphere in about a year. I've performed my annual ritual of trying on a lot of interestingly-colored garments, and ultimately buying one black sweater and some murky grey-green pants. Thus does my wardrobe maintain a soothing, consistent familiarity.
I got to have sushi this afternoon with the usual gang, which is one of my favorite things, and then as we were leaving the restaurant, there was a really good circumzenithal arc, which is also one of my favorite things.
Now I'm hoping to go to sleep, which would be one of my favorite things if only I could remember how it worked.