I’m not firing on all cylinders.
Even Bob at Kroger comments. “You got a case of the dropsies, too?” he laughs. I give him a half-hearted wave as I stoop to pick up some bananas from the floor.
Yeah, that and a case of the can’t-sleep-with-a-6-year-old’s-knee-in-my-back, but that’s too much information to share at this early in the morning.
Milk. Fruit. Donuts. Focus. Focus. Focus.
I stumble to the car with my groceries. An abandoned cart in the empty lot lisps dangerously to the right. I might not be able to carry anything, but I certainly can push something. I click the cart with mine and push (at a snail’s pace) the carts to the corral. Whew. Now home to feed the savages.