I'll take care of me, in one way or another

Standard advice on grocery shopping tells us not to go to the store hungry.
I would add to that the following: don't go to the store when you're hungry for pleasure reading material.


A few days ago I went to the local discount store pharmacy for a prescription refill. While the pharmacists were filling it, I wandered the store and picked up a few things we needed. Shampoo, conditioner, bandaids, and the rest of my short list took only a few minutes of the allotted quarter hour. That's when the danger began.

The snack and junk food department (okay, they call it "groceries") was right next to Health and Beauty Aids. I dropped a Hershey's bar with almonds (on sale!) into my basket, followed by a small bag of Hershey's Kissables in Special Dark (also on special, of course). I did not buy coffee, and they didn't have the kind of tea I was craving, so I left the area.
For the book section.
Pleasure reading for me can include anything from Time magazine to paperback romantic novels. I usually buy my books used, but sometimes I just have to have something new. Call it guilt (writers have to make a living!), impulse (oh, this looks good!), or just laziness (The second hand bookstore means yet another trip out of the house) and you'd be right on all counts.
I bought three books. Me and Mr. Darcy by Alexandra Potter, Dear John by Nicholas Sparks, and Jennifer Weiner's The Guy not Taken.
I really don't have much time for pleasure reading right now. I'm finishing progress reports, planning a new geography unit for Social Studies, and pulling myself out of the near-depressive deep blue funk that comes with a major Green Bay Packer loss. Who has time to curl up and read?
When I start thinking along those lines, it means I really need to take a mental health break. It's time to set up the heating pad in the rocking chair, brew a pot of my favorite coffee, gather a small dish full of chocolate and a good book and settle down for a long winter's, well, rest.
This ought to hold me for a while.


This post was written for Jordan's latest Group Writing Project. You can acess the entry page at MamaBlogga or read her regular blog, including an updated list of entries.

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