I go to Agata to buy dinner for the next two nights so I don't have to go after work: half a cooked chicken, roasted yams, a couple of tomatoes, and brussel sprouts lightly sauteed. $17.
Get to work and am greeted with $2,000 in returns: 1/3 of what I earned last Sunday (the beginning of this week).
By the end of the day, I am totally spent; my feet are killing me after almost 20,000 steps in booties (not sneakers). I start to help someone at 6:45, planning to leave on time by 7:15. Instead, I end up leaving at 8:15.
I don't get home until nine. Hate eating dinner so late, but at least all I have to do is heat it up.
Walk in and see the Agata bag with my groceries on the kitchen counter — there since 10am.
I google, "How long can chicken stay out unrefrigerated?" Two hours max, before bacteria starts growing. Same answer for cooked yams and brussel sprouts. The two tomatoes are the only things that are safe. I reluctantly toss everything else.
I go back to Agata and re-purchase dinner.
Come home and there are huge blinking lights in my windows.
Con Ed is doing some repairs. I go back out and ask them to turn the top lights off.
"Sorry, ma'am, we are not allowed to."
"How long are you going to be here? The lights are blinking directly into my apartment?"
"We don't know; a couple of hours, at least."
Okay, in the big scheme of things, I know these are minor annoyances.
I go to bed late, with my alarm set early. Harry and Meghan are getting married tomorrow.
By then, my small annoyances will be forgotten as I watch what I know will be a spectacular event.
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