Day 53, late afternoon

I nearly made it out of the grocery store for under $100 (nearly, because the checkout guy forgot to ring up my chicken-apple sausage the first time around).

This means one of several things:

  • I am now a grocery-shopping sensei

  • I actually bought $55 worth of groceries on Friday afternoon and am just now remembering

  • I am finally cleaning out the freezer of all the meat we bought ages ago

  • I will need to go grocery shopping again before the end of the week

On my way back inside, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the glass of the vestibule door. A linen face cover concealing all but my eyes, hooded with pure exhaustion, and forehead, sprouting new lines every day.

“What the fuck,” she muttered — under her breath, under her mask.

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