A nice breakfast started the day. Then off to the grocery mega-mart.
It wasn’t long until I lost my job as shopping cart driver. Where I currently reside they’re called “buggies” and not shopping carts. While staying in the upper Midwest do “as the Romans do.”
My spouse wasn’t aware of it, she piloted the cart in circles, instead of straight lines. The shortest distance between two points was a straight line. All in the name of efficiency. Why should I care? I’m retired, have nowhere else to go, nothing to do.
Shopping’s done. Cooking will be done by the experts. I’m the official turkey carver. That’s the view from here–the day before, the day before Thanksgiving.