Every day that I don’t get to the grocery store, my list gets a little longer. I now need one of everything in the refrigerator and one of everything in the pantry. This means that when I finally do get to the store, I’m going to have to pare down the list again.

It probably also means that I won’t go off my diet-that-isn’t-a-diet just yet, despite my desire to indulge myself. Unless they’re giving away cookies and ice cream, I won’t be buying any this week.

Today was the day I planed to do my shopping. I even took time out from my lazy Sunday to write my paycheck, just so that I could hustle off to the bank and the grocery store this morning and restock my shelves.

I should have known better. Some Mondays are quiet, but this wasn’t one of them. The Boss must have been saving up busywork all weekend just to throw at me this morning. It was enough to keep me from doing anything more exciting than zipping off to the post office and coming straight back to the grindstone.

So tomorrow becomes banking and shopping day, with a longer list. I’m near the end of the loaf of bread, and I ate my last apple yesterday. I still have a couple of plums, but I’ve been out of bananas since the middle of last week. That doesn’t leave room in the cart (or in the wallet) for luxuries like ice cream. Unless they’re giving it away, of course. I’ll ask about that.