Did I say I wasn’t going to push it? If I didn’t, I should have, and then I should have followed my own advice. This was the first day in over a week that I felt well enough to get out and run some errands, so I went to the post office, the bank, the supermarket and the gas station. Big mistake. I should have done what I’ve been doing all week, zipped off to the post office and straight back home.

But no, I had delusions of grandeur (or at least sub-grandeur modesty). Little did I know that I’d get stuck in the wilds of a Safeway that’s been under remodel and reorganization for what seems like three months. Today there were aisles blocked and shelves empty, and people in suits standing around with their arms folded and nodding at each other. Nothing was where it was supposed to be, and the usually helpful clerks were all so busy restocking shelves that they didn’t even make eye contact.

This wasn’t the kind of shopping experience I needed in my condition. I got so frustrated that my eyes started watering as I rammed my cart up and down every aisle looking for the items on my list. In the end, I came away with about half of what I needed for the recipe I wanted to try tonight, but I lost my appetite and probably wouldn’t have cooked anyway. I’ll try again tomorrow, at Raley’s.

So this wasn’t quite the day of full recovery I was hoping for, and it was more of a struggle to get anything done than it was yesterday. But I blame myself for the setback, since I should have known better than to go into a half-finished store where everything had been moved since the last time I shopped. As I said to the woman I sideswiped in the bread aisle while trying to navigate around the crates of loaves, All Change Is Bad.