Did my usual Sunday morning stuff. Decided to go for a short walk, and did. Then, thinking about how it is ten days yet until I allow myself to go into a grocery store (I have neighbors who routinely go to Trader Joe’s and such, and I have gone to a grocery store a few weeks ago, but February 2 is a magical mystical day now in my calendar, 2 weeks from 2nd shot, so that is the rule) and I am out of bread. Orowheat is commercial bread that just about never mildews. Yes it is probably loaded to the gills with chemicals that keep it pristine; I don’t care. The last time I ordered from Instacart, which is at least three weeks, I bought a loaf of Orowheat Whole Wheat and now it is down to 2 and a half slices and it has dried out. And ten days to go; and I would feel stupid using Instacart to order one loaf of bread.
So I got in the car and drove to the California Ave. farmers’ market, and stood in a spaced-out line for the bakery kiosk, and bought an almond croissant and a loaf of artisanal bread. Which when I got it home tastes very good indeed. I double-wrapped in a paper bag and a plastic bag. It might last a week and then will probably sprout a garden of inch-high fungus.
At 4pm it was time for Stanford Women’s Basketball. They are coming off consecutive losses. Can they bounce back? Yes they did. USC played them even for the first quarter. Then one of USC’s best players tweaked her ankle and sat down. And in the second quarter Stanford reeled off a 12-0 run and the game stopped being close.
Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.