One tentative plan I had for today was to finally get to one or another of the Safeways on the bus, so I wouldn't miss this week's sales on a couple of items I need, but when it came to the last minute I could leave and get that done I just didn't feel like doing it. I don't like going out queasy. I didn't even bother to go to any of the nearby stores at the plaza. I just looked at Internets all day, when I wasn't napping, and did a bit of pointless brain-wheel spinning. I suspect that classical Greeks and French both have words for this, but I didn't learn Greek or French. I studied Spanish, which has since mostly eroded, but the only Spanish that comes to mind right now is ¡Ay, caramba! Maybe it's apropos.
Now tomorrow is rushing at me headlong, its lights glaring in my face. I know from experience that neither of us will swerve, and there will soon be a horrible crash. Anybody who plays chicken aggressively with time ends up disfigured, and I've been doing it so long I'm sure I now strongly resemble the picture of Dorian Gray. Maybe I'll take my bloodied self to CVS tomorrow and use the 30% off coupon they sent me today to buy a meat thermometer. I've never had a meat thermometer before. Maybe that's why so much of my cooking is crap. Yeah, I'm sure a meat thermometer will change the course of my life for the better. Or at least won't make it any worse.
