Chores on a Tuesday? (Lockdown progress report for March 31, 2020)

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You know it’s truly the apocalypse when Chore & Errand Day happens on a random Tuesday because… well, why shouldn’t it?

Tuesday is now officially just like any other day of the week, or, as someone said in the Lesfic Marketing Alliance group that I run on Facebook when I published the weekly “Team-Up Tuesday” post:

Thanks for posting, now I know what day of the week it is!

Costco was exactly the madhouse you thought it would be.

When I went to Trader Joe’s last week and stood in the rain waiting to be let in, I thought to myself,

“I shouldn’t have been one of those nuts that got here before the store opened. I bet if I would have waited an hour or two, I wouldn’t have had to wait in line at all.”

LT and I decided to put that theory to the test this morning at Costco.

(In retrospect… maybe Costco wasn’t the best place to run this experiment?)

Anyway, we intentionally didn’t show up until Costco had been open for over an hour, because we were trying hard not to be those nuts who showed up early. We waited in line to get in anyway, but according to the Costco lady monitoring the line, people had started lining up THREE HOURS before the store opened. So at least I’m not one of those nuts.

LT said that our strategy to show up early but not too early ended up being a good one, because according to her, the line to get in on our way out was even longer than it had been on our way in. So there’s that.

In the end, I was able to get everything I’d wanted to get except paper products (of course), and in fact spent so much dang money that I blew about half my monthly grocery shopping bill on a single trip. My roommates and I had to clean out the fridge and the freezer just to fit it all in.

On the other hand, at least I probably won’t have to shopping for a while.

But it takes it out of me!

I don’t know what it is about shopping during the apocalypse, but when I finally make it home, I feel like I’ve done my duty and I don’t feel like doing a single other thing for the whole rest of the day.

(Or that could just be the pervasive sense of laziness that I also seem to always be fighting these days.)

At any rate, I have been coloring my Port Lorsin map and watching YouTube videos about tiny house construction ever since I got back. Even though the trip wasn’t all that traumatic, it somehow felt that way. Do you know what I mean?

Everything else on my to do list for the day — exercise, laundry, homework, preparing to see the high school kids (virtually) next week, more writing, etc. — all got pushed to the side.

If I manage to get a load of laundry in, I will declare today a victory.