I’m just gonna run out to the store and grab a…

If I’m honest there’s not a lot of things that inspire me to leave the house and run to the store. Even pre-Covid times when, let’s face it, indulging a craving for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups means being cool with extra germ exposure – I just realized I’m trapped in my own sentence structure and there’s no way I can finish this kind of run-on sentence. Reset. Start again.

Back in the Before Times, when I wasn’t weighing out Covid exposure against whatever weird craving had taken over my brain, I still wasn’t one to jump in the car for a quick store run. It didn’t matter if I’d be in and out in ten minutes. It didn’t matter if I only needed two things to make that one ah-maaaaaa-zing goodie I’d love to have. Once I’m settled in at home it takes an act of God to force me out of the house again. Let’s just say even milk and eggs don’t really qualify. Covid just gave me a convenient excuse for this homebody-ness. And now I’ve outed myself so there goes my cover. Whoops.

It really is possible to make do without pretty much everything until an actual shopping trip. (No, of course I don’t mean everything simultaneously, that’s just silly talk.) I’d rather spend ninety minutes on a big trip once a week than run in and out of that store every day picking up what I need. Does that mean I wouldn’t be great living in one of those slow pace, enjoy your life, there’s always time to stop at the duck pond European cities where people drop by the local market for their dinner ingredients?

Ah, who am I kidding, I don’t know if I’m the take a stroll around the park kind of girl. Maybe when I’m in my sixties, who knows.

Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “run.” Use it as a noun, a verb, use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!