Saturdays, almost always end up being errand days. I plot my route, maximize right-hand turns (they are more efficient), and coordinate and double-check my list against my planner. First stop, coffee. This morning, the migraine has de-escalated to the roar of a speeding locomotive inside my head. Better make that coffee a Venti, please. Next door, at the UPS Store, I collect my print request, mail a package, let them scan an Amazon return, and check my mailbox. Empty. Phew. A short ride down the road, I drop my library books and pick up this week’s holds before heading to the pharmacy for a prescription.
I crossed off the simple stuff, and the last item is the grocery shopping. Oh, how I hate grocery shopping. They reorganized the store, creating utter confusion, and I can’t find anything. I am forced to trudge up and down every aisle. It is some evil plot meant to frustrate me. And where exactly did they hide those little bottles of Tabasco sauce? Nobody seems to know, and we have checked all the obviously logical places multiple times.
Giving up on Tabasco, I endured the checkout line, loaded the trunk, drove home, and schlepped everything into the kitchen. I must hurry if I’m going to drive my friend to a 12:30 dental appointment and sneak in a coffee refill. It’s after 2:00 when I collapse in my chair. My freight train headache drones on in my head as I survey my morning list and realize I forget to swing by the home improvement store for birdseed. Sorry birdies, there are crumbs left in the feeder, and I really needed my coffee. Let’s see what is on my afternoon schedule.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 502 (countable) words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer