Please Don't Make Me Go To Town Tomorrow

That was a picture of last night's sunset over a house across the street. In real life, the pink parts were pinker, making more of a contrast with the blue than you see there but still, it's not a bad photo. I like the trees, especially. 

What a day, what a day. 
Took me awhile to get going. I wasn't feeling my best for some reason. Now here's something my husband does that drives me a little crazy- if I say to him, "I don't feel so great," which I RARELY do, his immediate answer is always something pertaining to how he doesn't feel that well either. Today he said, "Yeah. I think I have a sinus infection."
He had diagnosed himself with Dr. Google's aid and I bet you any amount of money he does not have a sinus infection but I could be wrong. 

After a sufficient amount of coffee and lazing about, I think we both recovered pretty well and I got myself out the door to run all the errands I needed to run. He got ready to go to Tom's and finish the steps he was building which, I think, is the true and final last thing he's doing. 

We shall see about that.  

First I went to Monticello to pick up Jack's meds. Then I drove all the way to Tallahassee. Tallahassee is to the west of us, Monticello is to the east, but the road that goes between them is a pretty road, still only two lanes, with beautiful trees and woods and fields bordering it. This road is known as Mahan Drive or Highway 90. There was a Mr. Mahan and he was an early grower of pecans in Jefferson county and I guess he made a lot of money and wanted to do something for the whole area so he planted Crepe Myrtles along both sides of the road all the way from Monticello to Tallahassee. So about twenty five miles. And that is why Highway 90 is referred to as Mahan Drive. 

I stopped at Publix first because I had two prescriptions to pick up for Mr. Moon and me. Then on to the area closer to downtown Tallahassee where the computer and phone repair place I always went to is. 
Or, rather, was. 
They are no longer there which is a drag because they were always so sweet and always helped me out. Of course the world is rife with places that'll fix your phone these days and I went to another one I knew of and they were lovely and said they'd clean out my charging port for ten bucks and I said, All Righty! And they did. I'd told the guy behind the counter that I could only charge it if I stood on my head, put the charger in backwards, and tied the cord around the cat three times, and he said, "And then plug it into a potato?" 
"Yes!" I said. 

At this point I was starving (haha! as if!) so I went to a place a few stores down called Chicken Salad Chick. Do they have those where you live? It's real Southern (say that like Dolly Parton would) and they have names for their different chicken salads like, "The Classic Carol," and "Fancy Nancy." 
And I assure you that these names are not being used in an ironic fashion. But hell, the chicken salad is good and they always give you a cookie. I find it rather embarrassing to order there but if those big ol' men who seem to love the place can do it, so can I. 

Then I went to Best Buy to get my phone a new case and a new screen protector. My old case was nasty and the film over the front had been cracked for years. I also bought a new charging cable because that was part of the problem I was having with charging. Part of it. Certainly not all of it. All that went really well and one of the employees I was talking to said he was so hungry and I gave him the leftover crackers I'd just put in my purse from the Chicken Salad Chick which he was so happy to get and the guy actually helping me told me some great stories about how his grandpa punched out a horse at his wedding because the horse sneezed on him and got his suit messed up. 
This is what happens when I go out in public, y'all. And you know I love it.

He put the new clear film on my phone and the new case on it and now I feel like a have a new phone and I appreciate that so much BUT somehow, my new charging cable did not get into the bag and so I suppose I have to go deal with that which is the last thing I need to do before we leave. 

Since World Market was right there too, I stopped in and bought a new basket to pick vegetables in. It is not ideal but it is far better than what I've been using which has big holes in the side. 

Plus it's bigger. It was sold as a gift basket basket (like a chicken salad chick, I guess) but mine will be used only to hold the gifts of the garden as seen above. 

And there is more including a moment of spontaneous weeping when someone I know asked me if I was happy but honestly, that's enough of all that. 

Here's what Mr. Moon did today.

Safe and sturdy steps for Tom. No random crying for him. 

Tonight we will be eating fresh grouper and fried green tomatoes. And I say that with no irony at all. That's just what I'm cooking. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. The dosage for Jack's medication is one half of a very small pill so I simply smashed that amount in a little bowl and mixed it with wet food and he licked the bowl clean. I think this will work.