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 Another entry in the maybe omnia shouldn't try to do much of anything after the gym and therapy.

 

Before I drove, before lyft, I don't think I minded public transit, but with the car in the shop and Abundance unable to chauffer me around, I spent an hour and a half getting from the gym to therapy and another hour plus getting from therapy to home.    But it meant I finished my book and I got to stop in at Porter Square and buy a hardcopy of the next Seanan McGuire.  I also went to Michaels to try and find replacement DMC floss number stickers.  I can handwrite them, but I like the uniformity of stickers so much more.   Michaels was out, and the internet mostly wants to charge me five dollars to ship me a two dollar product.  But since Michaels and AC Moore are sold out on the internet, I suspect that the stickers are not long for the world.  So I'll either be sucking up the shipping or sucking up the handwriting.  

 

My unfortunately aged gym shoes broke and now I need to find something new to wear and my trainer recommended a brand, because my brand of choice doesn't really do a good gym shoe, and I was super excited to have a lead, but then I ended up going down a rabbit hole on the internet about heel to toe drop and plantar fasciitis and apparently Hokas are not great for my subset of the populace because they've got a smaller difference between heel and toe because they sprung up in part from the barefoot running movement, which is great for other people, but tight calves and a tendency towards re-injuring my feet means I probably shouldn't go with them either.

 

And I should probably suck it up and try to go find a professional person who knows about these things to sell me a shoe, but as a fat person I find athletic stores hostile and humiliating.   and so I won't.  

 

Light was too sick and I was too exhausted for the Doubleclicks concert but Abundance and Polyglot went and had a lovely time, then they came back and we snuggled on the couch for a bit.  In their absence, Light and I ordered mexican food and watched The Unicorn Store, and I don't think I like it, though it was probably the only opportunity I'll ever have to see Samuel Jackson wearing a wig with glitter in it. 

 

We have intermittent ants and I found one crawling on me a couple days ago and ever since I've been convinced that I'm covered in ants.  And I have to check every time because the time I don't chek it will be a real ant.  

 

I have a list of depressing things I thought today written out by hand but I am hoping to unpack them one by one over the next couple days so I'll instead leave you with the imaginary ant story and go to bed.