[Wednesday, August 6, 2025]

Doctor’s appointment first thing this morning — a quick check-in, mostly routine. A waiting room with daytime television turned down too low to make out the words, just enough to let the commercials feel like a soft menace. The nurse was kind, and the doctor efficient. Blood pressure fine, meds adjusted slightly.

Afterward, I swung past the CVS drive-through on Chestnut, where the speaker always feels like it’s underwater. Picked up my prescriptions — the usual refills. A little more traffic than expected, but the breeze today helped. Not quite fall yet, but the air is thinking about it. A hint of cool under the sun. Maybe just wishful thinking. It’s nice that the person at the window knows me enough to ask after family, and if the meds are for me or she.

Kroger pickup went smoothly. Ordered last night, a few substitutions — they were out of my usual crackers, but replaced them with the off-brand cousins, which might be even better. The carhop, cheerful and quick, packed the back with grocery bags and said, “‘Preciate ya!” with that familiar local warmth that makes the transaction feel more like a favor than a job. Made me smile more than I expected.There’s something solid about groceries in the trunk, even if I’m too tired to put them away right away. A pantry restocked is its own kind of comfort.

Wore out by early afternoon. Still, it’s a kind of satisfaction. Appointments handled, fridge fuller, pills lined up. Some days are built for maintenance.

Now, just watching the shadows stretch out, letting the day drift into night. Dinner plan: faux fried chicken salad tonight. Got the plant-based nugs in the freezer, the good kind that crisp up just right in the air fryer. Gotta remember to wash the lettuce before I forget again — it’s waiting in the crisper drawer like it always is, pretending to be invisible until dinner hour comes creeping up.

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