I went to the supermarket today, to pick up a few things for dinner. Ahead of me in the check-out line was a woman, alone, about my age. Her cart held two packs of chips, two six-packs Carlsberg, and a Sony PS2, nothing else.

I've wrapped up the day, I've cooked dinner for tomorrow, I've de-cluttered, Ive fixed up the kitchen. I should be in bed - but I'm restless. Reading won't work (probably the wrong book - I just wish this Potter book would be over), so I'll post a bit about yesterdaySaturday the kid and I went shopping, mostly for stuff for her. Shopping with ( Read more... )