I left the gym and was not too far gone when I remembered that I had brought my purse and did not have it now. FUCK. I doubled back to the parking lot, up the stairs, through the gym to the locker room all the time thinking Not again, not again... do not make me have to replace all that shit again... I got to the locker room and there was someone else's lock on the locker... and my purse on the counter. WHEW
On to Trader Joe's where I learned their hollandaise sauce, to which I am now addicted, is seasonal! ARUGH. It has a use by date of February 2, 2017. I got two. I'm going to try and freeze one. I sent a WTF email to TJ's in hopes of changing their mind.
I don't have new years resolutions or need to recap the year or get all freaked out because of Live Journal in Russia or even Trump. I'm just not in with the in crowd. Oh well. Plus I've got a gym that can't fix my pool and a dearth of hollandaise to consume my energies. Important stuff!
I wasn't starving enough to make breakfast and now I'm hungry so I think I'll get a little snack before I head back to the sewing room.