We go to Costco for paper goods (doesn’t that sound more civilized than toilet paper and Kleenex?) and come out with more than we went in for. And a pumpkin pie, because apparently one can’t go to Costco at this time of year and not pick up a pie.
My mind is preoccupied with a conversation I had earlier, and the book that I’m writing, and how one thing might influence the other. I’m happy for the distraction of Costco because I know that, left to my own devices, I’d spend the whole day turning this thing over in my mind, and sometimes the best thing is to get out and let things percolate for a while.
We make a few stops, then come home. I throw a trout in the oven, and putter around the kitchen. We watch the news, and I tell myself again that I should stop watching the news, or at least set some boundaries around what and how often I watch. We eat supper, and pie (and one of us enjoys a second slice), watch a TV program, and turn in early with the comfort of books.
And I’m still turning that thing over in my mind.