Today, I worked from home. And took some sick leave. Basically, I meant to work from home but at some point, I fell asleep with my laptop on my lap, and I woke up two hours later. So … yeah.
I got cleaned up around dinnertime and my friend L. and I went to Wendy’s, because the rhinovirus? Demanded a burger. Then, we went to the movies. Because everyone should interact with the world outside their house, even if they sound like they smoke three packs a day.
We saw Adventureland, which is sweet and funny and makes me want to go to an amusement park. And then? I asked L. if she minded if we stopped by the grocery as she dropped me home. I needed milk.
This turned into us grocery shopping for an hour, bitching about the lack of organic antiperspirants and oohing and ahhing over the ice cream produced by a local family dairy. I had forgotten how much fun it is to grocery shop late at night with a friend. In case you’ve forgotten, it’s way fun. Way more fun that shopping alone, and a gazillion times more fun than shopping when all the clueless people block the aisles with their carts.
We also saw an older couple who were obviously grabbing some essentials on their way home from a big night out. Something about them made me think it was a casino. She was dressed head to toe in varying shades of pink. And he put his arm around her and gave her the sweetest look. I wanted to put them in my pocket and just take them home. But mostly, I hope somebody looks at me that way when I’m pushing 80 and dressed like a crazy crayon.