My next move was up to Bed Bath and Beyond. From where I was it was a giant hill climb or a fairly long walk around. For some reason, my brain just could not deal with the clearly more sensible option of walking around. And so I headed up the hill. Such a mistake. I made it up there but then I had no energy for the rest of the trip. I made it to Bed Bath and Beyond and to Target but, the whole time, I felt like I was going to fall on my face. I wasn't really panting but clearly I did not have enough breath or enough oxygen enjoy any of it.
I made it home with about an erg to spare. And now that I've had my feet up for a bit, I'm beginning to feel a little human. Stamina, I gotz none. And next time I need to listen to me, to Frank and take the fucking walk around!
At least now I'm home. I have nowhere I need to go and being here is just fine and dandy. I have food. I have ibuprofen. I have entertainment. I'm good.