Sunday Update - Week 10

Well, it was a week.

I got some writing done.  Not nearly as much as I would've wanted to do, but something is better than nothing. 

I got the edits back for Ugly and the Beast.  I had intended to start them yesterday, but...

I spent a fun-filled morning trying to buy stuff before the panic-stricken lunatics left me wiping with washcloths and trying to make my own catfood.  Here is that story:

In the wee hours, I spent some time reading the laments of people across the country of their inabilities to buy basic necessities.  Hubs and I then decided I would go forth into the world.  It was sprinkling when I left.  When I got to Walmart it was raining... remember that for later.  Inside Walmart it was like Florida before a hurricane or up north before a blizzard.  Empty shelves, people desperately trying to acquire their needs while others were bent on hoarding.  I managed to get the things I really needed to weather this panic out - cat food, meat, soups.  Most of the people there were chill, but a little annoyed with the circumstances.  (Apparently Friday's customers were rude and mean.)  As I walked away from the cashier, I said I hoped it wasn't raining as hard as it had been when I arrived.

It was raining harder.  I pulled my coat off and laid it over my groceries so they didn't get soaked.  Cuz, like, I'm drip-dry.  Lucky for me, I had found a close parking spot.  Unlucky for me, I had pulled a muscle in my back about halfway through Wallyworld.  Big fun. 

But I wasn't done.  I decided to drive through the torrential rain to check Dollar General for bottled water and toilet paper.  (The water is for Kira.  She can't drink our hard water anymore.)  So, I make it to DG with the wipers on full blast and small lakes all over the roads.  I left my super wet coat in the car, because hey, I was just running in and running out.  I got TP and water.  Yay! 

Then I went back out to the car.  I reached into my right pants pocket, where I keep my keys.  No keys.  I reached into the left pocket.  No keys.  I looked at my car seats.  No keys.  I loooked high and low, and there they were, hanging from my ignition.  Doors locked?  Yup.  I always lock my car doors. 

Back into the DG I go.  Lucky for me, Hubs has an extra set of keys to my car.  Unlucky for me, he was a half hour away at least and it would take him time to get the old Jeep down there to me.  So, there I am at the DG, soaking wet, cold, and irritated with myself.  I haven't locked my keys in the car in probably 20 years, and never with them hanging out of the ignition.  Stupnagle.  And it's still pouring rain.  Thankfully, the gals at the DG were extremely sweet to me.  One of them offered to give me a cigarette so I wouldn't have to pay the outrageous pack price there.  I paid her for 4 of them because one was not going to do it.  They watched my purchases.  They let me use their bathroom - even though they'd stopped letting customers use their restrooms because, I assume, people have been stealing the TP.  Super nice gals all of them.

Hubs finally arrives after driving through the pouring rain and floody spots.  He unlocks me, puts the water and TP into the car, and off we go for home.  If I don't get at least a cold after this, I'll count myself extremely lucky.  I finally made it home about noon after 3.5 hours of fun.

After that, I didn't really feel like doing much of anything. 

I read stuff this past week.

And I lost a pound somewhere in there.  I haven't weighed myself since the yesterday debacle.  That has to count for another pound, though, right?

That's more than enough out of me for one day.  I hope you're all well and safe and happy out there.  Here's hoping this craziness doesn't last as long as I fear, but I'm stocked up if it does.  If it lasts longer?  :shrug:  We'll deal with that when it comes.

How was your week?