The styrofoam ice bucket is full of ice
Instead of castigating myself (a particular skill of mine; I'll never lack for a top, will I?) because I have accomplished exactly NOTHING today, I have decided that I am going to pat myself on the back for NOT DOING ANYTHING really, really well.
(Affirmation: the practice of lying to oneself repeatedly in the often vain hope of making the falsehood true.)
Though I didn't make it to the store, my BFF reminded me I could put the dry cat food in a bowl nestled in a larger bowl full of water. The fe-lions were not in the least discouraged by the water, but the ants appear to be.
And to celebrate, I have ordered my favorite hot wings and a calzone from a joint in my old neighborhood. They don't usually deliver this far, but the owner likes me and after I waved his name around liberally, the staff relented. Helped by a ridiculously large and expensive order. YUMM. Wings, accompanied by celery, and blue cheese dressing spiked with Wisconsin Gorgonzola.
What? You didn't think I'd drive through Wisconsin without stopping for cheese, did you? (I do admit though, I have not yet had cheese curds. So far I've only seen them fried or packaged in pound-plus bags. That's a lotta cheese curd. Next trip.)
Goal for tomorrow: stay awake for more than 10 hours. And get some shopping, bill paying, and work done. Calling my parents would be a good idea, too.