Mourning Stretches

Saturday sun rays crept between the blinds. Eight o’clock am. I adore this golden hour, meaning freedom to sleep extra and to slow down after a busy week. All I wanted was to shrink back into my comforter, make a latte, and maybe garage sale — and clean my house. These are what I consider gifts of the weekend.

But a friend — moving out of her home — invited me to help her clean her house.

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Can’t Go to the Store for Butter (Grocery Pickup Pros)

Walmart grocery pickup has been my song for about three months now. Right on my way home from work, it saves tons of time. As long as I arrive before 5:00pm, the wait is brief. Almost all of my substitutes have been exciting; usually it means an upgrade — a better brand, or more quantity for the same price.

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