Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it yet.
After a gruelling hour or so at an appointment downtown (well, gruelling to me, at least) I head to the mall to walk off some stress. It’s late on Friday afternoon and the mall seems full of people. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea.
I notice there’s a sale at Bath and Body Works and decide to slip in. I’m getting low on my favourite Moonlight Path lotion—a must have for the cool months. There must be close to a dozen young sales people in the tiny store. They attack the moment I set foot across the threshold.
No, thank you, I don’t need help.
No, I don’t need one of those big blue bags to carry things around in.
Yes, I’m doing just fine,
Yes, this is a nice scent.
No, I only want three.
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! (To be clear: I say this only in my head.)
And finally: No, I don’t want to give you my email address.
Too much. It’s all been just too much today. I take my three bottles of lotion home, curl up with my iPad, and allow myself to go down a rabbit hole of Instant Pot recipes. Then I, ironically, declare it to be Foraging Friday and we collaborate on a plate of nachos for supper.
Later, we settle in the TV room with quilts to watch an episode of Hinterland, our latest favourite Netflix program, and a day that took more than it gave winds down.
At last. And tomorrow is another day.