The Great Upper Respiratory Annoyance of the End of Aught-Twenty-One continues. I'm breathing better, Robin is struggling a bit more. Nonetheless, we needed milk and butter and greens so it was off to the supermarket, which we must have timed amazingly because it took almost as little time to get through it as it took to drive there, so I decided to push things and head up the Thruway a bit more to Stew Leonard's Wines and get some sparkling fizzy stuff for tomorrow. Rob felt well enough to restock his favorite alcoholic beverages, and he's just finished rearranging the larder to suit how we actually drink (on the relatively few occasions that we do) rather than how I'd arranged things (mostly size order with some exceptions then it got muddled). My big project for the week having concluded yesterday with the realization that most of my fancy tops and a few of my dresses still fit well (some better than when I was a size top-heavier), I decided to get myself a holiday present (yet another partner Venmo'd me a lovely holiday gift) and purchased a navy pantsuit in the size I think I am. It's so hard to figure that out without being able to try it on, but it's not the time for in-person anything much less in-person shopping. I blame it all on:
Via BoingBoing.
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