"when it flies, flies like a desperate bird"

 Today proved that I'm not as much better as I had hoped, though still much better.   Also, grocery shopping at 5pm the day before a holiday is possibly even better for the near-rioting than french toast emergencies.

 

In addition to the actual intended errands, I stopped at Forge to get iced tea and walked away with a ginger peach corn muffin that was magical.  I stopped by the dollar store because I know that if I just apply my brain with a little more focus, I can concoct some truly awesome playtime with water for Spark, but it just wasn't clicking.  I also went to TJ Maxx, hoping that whatever it was I thought I needed there would spring to mind once I was in the store.  Sadly, it did not and I managed to escape without buying anything.  

 

Home for a conA meeting, and realized that one of the people I'm going to end up talking to a fair amount is hovering on this weird cusp in my brain, not enough of a threat to really kick the hypervigilance into acting up, but someone who has both raised their voice and expressed themselves in ways I parse as hostile or actively believing they're more intelligent than I am.  (which they might be, I don't know much about them).  In general, they seem like a decent person, I adore both of their partners which seems like a reasonably strong point in their favor.  

 

My nonsense dog continues to do tricks for potato chips even when she's not entirely sure she likes the salt and vinegar chips.  

 

Thing I learned about myself today, that while I really like chocolate hummus, somehow chocolate mint hummus seems like a bridge too far. And I just realized I didn't get enough berries or whipped cream, so shortcake may have to wait until Saturday.  (I'm thinking now we might be able to lure Boisterous over for a game of Arabian Nights, and I can make gado gado and maybe try the roasted cherry shortcake with buttermilk whipped cream.

 

Still haven't done a roundup post.  Maybe tomorrow.    And I'm still mis-singing "we burn bridges, don't we" to myself all the damn time.   Like that line from Frozen that my brain refuses to ever sing or hear correctly  (it's the cold never bothered me anyway, not the past never bothered me anyway. omnia) I feel as if some part of my brain is trying to foreground something and it's just not clicking yet.   This probably means it's time for another deeply unkind anxiety dream where whatever drives my dreams is a hamfisted thug and I wake up convinced no one's hearing the words I'm saying or that I've forgotten something Very Important and everyone else knows what it is I've forgotten and no one is going to tell me.