Small Things

It's a small thing, going to the grocery store, but I love it.

Today I was perhaps the most annoying customer in the store... I wandered the aisles, learning what goes where and wasting brain power on another futile attempt to understand grocery store organizational logic.  I was ridiculously happy to find familiar brands, bemused by the lack of products I consider indispensable, and eager to try new things as I stumbled across them.

I had the satisfaction of pushing an (overly) full cart to the checkout, knowing that my pantry is finally going to be something more than bare.  I have a choice about what to cook for dinner, and can even change my mind now that my stock of staples is increasing from nothing to something.  Of course, I still have to organize said pantry, but that's for another day.

I ran a multitude of smaller errands without getting lost, which was also a simple joy.  All this productivity in the name of procrastination, for I neither tackled any piles, nor did I tackle any reading.  Perhaps a homemade dinner will fortify me for a lack of procrastination tomorrow!