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Saturday was the first day in quite some time I got out and about. My asthma exacerbation was abating and it was time to attempt to do something. Some One Thing which resembled living again.
I went to the grocery store/pharmacy on a test run. It went really well. I found myself pushing the cart — not leaning over it as though it represented the only structure which would keep me from collapsing into a wheezing, hacking, quivering mass of DNA. So progress.
I was in seek and destroy mode — as is my usual shopping attitude. I am not a browser by nature. I get what I need and I get the hell home even on a good day. I stick to the list unless I happen to remember I need something while I’m there. Then in perfect OCD fashion — I add said item to said list. And — stick to the list.
And I never. Ever. Buy cookies.
I just don’t. I’m not even tempted by sweets. Not pies — I make much much better pies myself. Not cakes — okay — maybe if it’s someone’s birthday but truthfully then just a bite. And never cookies. I bake Christmas cookies. And they kick ass. Once a year I get my fill of homemade cookies and just don’t even feel tempted by anything less than that.
I am a savory treat kind of girl.
Until Saturday. When I walked by the cranberry crunch cookies which happened to be on sale in my grocery…
