It’s been two years since I had my last enjoyable hash outing. Yesterday I tossed my hash bag, which given its broken zippers and ripped pockets was good for little else other than using for hashing.
How has it only been a week since I returned from Florida? It feels as if my life has been completely altered by that trip. One of the things I realized that I should have done was transport my mother’s ashes to Atlanta, in case I got a wild hair to take her to her final resting place in May; now that’s not an option.
Last night I tried going for a walk. I made it up to the EAV Farmers Market, where I became depressed (don’t ask, just accept it) so I left quickly and headed out for distance. Not too much later I realized that my post-COVID (?) constrained respiratory system was going to make this a laborious walk, so I returned home immediately.
I noticed another sign of Shrinkflation today that has probably been happening longer than I realized. The “half gallon” of almond milk I picked up the other day is not 64 ounces, but rather 52 ounces. In this instance I don’t care too greatly because I actually made money by picking it up; I had a Kroger coupon to get it free, and then iBotta gave me $1.50 for buying it.
Weekend plans? For me I will be attending Enema’s and Saddle Sores’s party on Sunday. Other than that my weekend is wide open.
Wordle: disappointing five, my starter was RELAX
Connections: perfect, Purple > Blue > Yellow > Green