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Costco:

Saw Mr. Quick, my high school history teacher, at the photo counter. Had him for Modern Asian and Modern European History. Peahen and I worked our asses off both semesters, and almost died when the MAH and MEH course awards went to some birdbrain cheerleader named Nathalie. Mr. Quick was supreme authority on Chinese history and culture. He also rode a bicycle around town and some afternoons he'd coast back into Rogers Hall at the end-of-lunch bell with one pant leg rolled up and a baguette under one arm.

Had to wait an hour for my photos to be burned to a CD (just don't ask why I paid Costco $2.99 to do something I could and should have done myself). Wandered around books for awhile and almost, very nearly, just about ... bought A Million Little Pieces. I looked around furtively before putting it into my cart. It was a "what if tomorrow that entire pallet is empty and copies are going for a thousand bucks on eBay?" moment. I mean, it's got the book club insignia on it. It was also a "shiny cover ... ooh" moment. But then Triathlon Mama and brood appeared and shamed me into putting it back. Actually, I swapped it for a pink von Dutch jacket, which in turn got swapped for a black liz claiborne hoodie that is so much better suited to my age bracket. Other purchases: tea, granola bars, Neutrogena T-gel (another by-product of old age? The worst freakin' dandruff on earth. Okay, I have no idea what age has to do with it - I just like to blame any turn for the worse on old age.) Tri-Mama gave me a box of Tazo Chai. I also replaced my moldy calcium bears with new ones, which I promptly refrigerated. If I never sang the praises of my calcium bears, allow me to do so now: Kirkland calcium sour gummy bears are awesome. They are the tastiest vitamin/supplement I've ever tried. They taste just like candy. Which is probably all they are. But don't rain on my parade ... I can't swallow those brick-sized calcium supplements they make for actual adults.

Because I was talking on the phone in the line, I failed to notice the customer ahead of me purchasing and leaving with my Red Bull and Green Tea. On top of that, I slipped into this horrifying torpor on the drive home ... so although I had been cursing it a few moments before, it was one of the maybe three times I've ever been grateful for my cell phone. I called K, and he talked me home.

And that was my post-work day ...