the days run smooth. four certifiable estate sales attended in two or so hours. bargaining that turned to near arguing for the perfect michigan piece for s: the best beer sign i've yet to see. precious tiny bottles of sweet extracts for making [or now for displaying]: vanilla, hot cross buns, nutmeg, clove, sweet cherry and at least a half-dozen i've never heard of. new dress at the mall, fueling an additiction. something also "perhaps inappropriate," just a little. late afternoon held chicken marsala leftovers and feet soaked in epson salt at mom's. after, a funeral. after, ice cream. after, an ambien [hallucinatory? i'm starting to think so] kicked my ass. that shit is ________.
today: a wedding and funeral--but in the other order. today is a funeral and a wedding and all i can think of is the anticipation of the rush that takes over upon entering the city of chicago where we will be fully engaged next weekend. without fail, i get into loads of trouble in that city.
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