This morning I decided that today was the day I went to Costco. No more procrastinating.
I don’t know if it was that resolution or the fact that the sun was shining brightly when I brought in my Hungry Harvest delivery, but as I picked up my HH box I surprised myself by singing “It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood.” Aloud. In my pajamas. Embarrassing, but delightful.
The trip to Costco, while not delightful, was not dreadful.
Also, it was an awesome hair day.
Dinner was also delightful. I’d planned on making dill pickle soup, but instead made spaghetti and meatballs, a fantastic salad and a bread platter with prosciutto, anchovies, capers and Stracchino cheese.
Bookgroup (via Zoom) was delightful as well.
Oh, and Dean received a prestigious award from work.
When I'm Sixty-four 
Wow! Congratulations Dean!
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I’m laughing at you singing in your pyjamas. I think if I’d witnessed it, it would be a delight.
Congratulations to Dean, and to you, too, for having an “awesome hair day!” And making a fantastic salad.
Glad also that the Costco visit wasn’t too horrendous.
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