Arrived around 1:00 pm France time. I lost Tuesday somewhere over the Atlantic (damn I hate that). We visited a local grocery store before heading home so that I could ascertain its location and availability of goods and also there’s no food in the house. (Unless you count spaghetti fixings as food) Also S is off to work tomorrow and that leaves me alone from 6hr til almost 21hr M-F. (When giving opening and closing times we use the 24hr clock for accuracy and none of this foolish American am, pm nonsense that is too long and confusing) I did recognize some brands. I bought Pepsi and Nesquick and some super chunk Skippy. It’s true the milk and eggs are not in a refrigerated section. The eggs are all brown (is that why they don’t need to be refrigerated) (kidding of course) The milk is, well, very thick and creamy with just a very, very miniscule hint of that sour milk taste. I notice it because it’s exactly that hint of taste that makes me dump a one day overdue unfinished carton milk down the drain. Thank god for Nesquick. Also bought some bacon (?) and of course bread.
Arrived at house and found it to be a maze of boxes in every room. What was that man doing? Working I suppose. Trying to stay awake for as long as possible to just get on with the time adjustment. Had a dinner of some chocolate milk and some yummy vanilla yogurt (Yoplait).
As luck would have it, UPS arrived, not an hour after we did, with the side rails for the bed. Have assembled my beautiful bed with all new linens in the midst of chaos. It will be my oasis from madness, if only to hide in blissful sleep. S has commented that it will be my best friend during my bouts of depression. (Isn’t he just a laugh riot!) Dying to sleep so I guess I will.
There’s a cat in my front yard with a rather wide bandage around its middle. I asked after its health but it replied in French and I could not understand him. Hope he stops back by.
