Yesterday afternoon, after my commiseration session with my therapist, I left a message for my psychiatrist: I am looking for a breakthrough anxiety med that is neither alcohol nor cannabis. And while I am willing to discuss this at my next appointment, perhaps I will want this before my next appointment with said psychiatrist. (13 days hence.)

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Then I picked out an outfit to suit my mood: goth, of course, but I also wanted to show the (upside-down) flag. Fortunately, I've got a shirt for that. Underlayer from the clean clothes basket. A-line knit skirt (black) from said basket. Tank top, the one with the inverted rainbow stripes. But -- perhaps something to tone down the rainbow. I didn't find my first choice within the time I gave myself, but I went in search of something else. Aha! A bell-sleeved mesh robe. Perfect!!! .... Except, I didn't like the effect on my upper arms. Hmm. Aha! Portable sleeves! Mesh robe off, portable sleeves (black) on, sure, I can wear it over the tank top. Mesh robe back on. Fighting with the ties of the robe. Grumble. Okay, ordinary bow, let's see if I can find that belt, I saw it within the past week. *rummaging* Aha! That's...!!!! That ... is not for public wear IN THE SLIGHTEST. *further rummaging* Oho! *muffled swearing at the snaps and the tag getting in the way*

But eventually I was dressed (warm wool socks over the toeless compression stockings, sleeveless long vest over the whole outfit) and on my way for shopping. On my own, as Belovedest had another thing going on.

I was not the picture of efficiency, but my travels in Costco included some contemplation of the seasonal offerings and samples. A delicious pierogi filled with mashed potato, some "street corn" with a chili-peppered sauce that wasn't actually The Worst, an inoffensive-looking burrito that was full of stealth bell peppers (which I discreetly returned to the paper cup and put in the trash immediately), half of a small crescent roll ("Can you eat this? Is someone going to come around the corner and stop you?" "I'm in charge of me today! ...actually every day, but they have something else today.") and a tiny cup of slightly gritty coffee. Once the pierogi was cool enough to eat safely, I swung around and grabbed a packet and held it up triumphantly where the sample lady could see. We've been eyeing them, but wanted to wait until they were being sampled, in case they weren't as good as they looked. Compliments on my outfit: at least 1.

I called Nora, Nora called back, I called her back, and she finally called me back and we were both home and available to chat. (I have realized that we are in fact the target audience for the Yo app, given that most of my messages on her voicemail consist of that very word and nothing else.)

I'll do my best at getting my hair bleached the rest of the way tomorrow.