I experienced sticker shock yesterday.  Not in the way a clueless repug might, but as someone who rarely gets to go grocery shopping or buy much.

My brother sent me a Schnucks gift card that amounted to like a fortune, and still having the car, I went ahead and used most of it while I could.  I prepared a written list of basic essentials (and maybe a couple of luxuries) and followed it meticulously, so I came out ahead.  But I got to see firsthand how prices have doubled or tripled since the last time I did actual grocery shopping.  I wasn’t exactly shocked, but it’s a reality.  There’s no way a low-income family could afford a balanced diet in trumpworld.  I felt really fortunate.

Then, over at the Avdi’s, while he was desperately backed up with work with no time to even update the shopping list, he asked me to help him with that.  Everything’s on an app and I’ve never really figured out how it works, so I was stuck on stupid!  I couldn’t even explain how my mind doesn’t function or orient that way, with their household’s very different circumstances and lifestyle.  So that’s a project for me to work on.

Today I had a telehealth vidcall to determine if I should get on an additional med for depression/anxiety/sleep, but I decided against it for now.  I’m not ready to become a fat zombie.

Gotta go to “work”.