Just sitting around waiting for Olof to get his work call and have it done with so he can go to the grocery store.  I probably could have gone myself, but that is so not my thing.

Actually, I really like to go grocery shopping, but I usually avoid it at our little store here because it always seems like such a hassle to me, especially in the winter.  It’s less than a kilometer from our house, which means that it would be ridiculous to drive.  The walk itself isn’t bad, but the close, stuffy atmosphere of the store is hard to deal with when you’ve just come in from the cold and you’re bundled up in your winter gear.  Not only that, but it’s often crowded and the checkout lines are long, which means there’s really no such thing as a quick nip in and out.  The whole thing gives me a sort of claustrophobic, panicky feeling.

Escaping back into the chill should be something of a relief, but I almost always buy more than I’d planned to, which leaves me trudging home with too-heavy bags that cut into my hands with their cruel plastic handles.  And all this when I’m already stressed out and sweaty and irritated.  Not the way I like to spend my time, so I nearly always send Olof (who is much less complain-y than I am, obviously).

So yeah, I’ve already got my list ready and as soon as he gets off the phone we’ll be in business.  It’s rough waiting for his work day to get done so I can start assigning him tasks of my own.