This morning, I went out to eat for breakfast at IHOP, which I do every Saturday. I did sleep late, which was like to about 7:00. I like to take the newspaper and read over pancakes. There’s something special about a leisurely breakfast. The staff there knows me pretty well — I can do a half order on pancakes and get only 2 instead of 4, where I would only eat half.
After that, it’s hit the grocery store because it’s right nearby and I want to grab sales. I’ve been stockpiling pantry items because the evil F word keeps getting mentioned on the news: Furlough. Homeland Security’s getting it right now, but when the budget battles rolls around again, we’ll probably make that round, too. This time, I want to have a good stock of supplies so I can shop there and keep the costs down when money isn’t coming in. Plus, I was quite horrified to discover that the state I live is the most expensive in the U.S. when it comes to food, so I’m working on cutting the costs down.
Then it was off to Target because I needed to pick up a composition book for my March planner (green checks for spring. I’m trying to be optimistic. It was 18 out when I went to breakfast). Later today, I’ll add CVS to the list — both these stores are for strategic use because I get a couple of benefits going today that I can use for when the expensive allergy medicine goes on sale.
Then it’s probably to the library, since I have to return books, and I might need to get gas. I usually do that on Sunday, but tomorrow is supposed to snow again (spring anyone please?). I’m currently reading Personal by Lee Child.
And somewhere in here, I’m finishing up a short story for a writing workshop I’m in. The story is urban fantasy, called Ladymoon. That was a last name I ran across, and it fit the story — yes, werewolves, but spy werewolves. Spies are way cool, at least the fictional versions. Washington DC has the Spy Museum, which was what led to the idea for the story. I also have to review the material for the class. I flipped it this week to give me an extra few days to do the story first.
I always end up running errands on Saturday — who wants to do all this coming home from work? My ideal one is just simply not trying to jam all the errands into one day and spread them out over the week. But it’s the time available. I don’t want to go to a grocery store on Monday after work when it’s crowded, and I’m tired, and I feel like I have to rush.
From The Daily Post: What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not?