darkemeralds | It helps when you remember your wallet

Once I had my computer stabilized today, I got the heck out of the house and into the FABULOUS bright afternoon. I've decided to do a wheat-free stint for a while (for a variety of wellness reasons) and so I needed a bunch of different groceries.

Trader Joe's was my goal. It's about three miles from my house through a great neighborhood which today smelled gloriously of daphne and sarcococca. I got there, loaded up the basket, and had the entire thing rung up by the fastest damn checker I've ever seen, before I realized that while my grocery pannier (and some really racy podfic on my phone) had come with me to TJ's, my wallet had not.

So I rode home, got it, and rode back again. They were nice enough to put the whole bag-full into the cooler for me while this 45-minute diversion took place.

Now I've got a haul of delicious goodness with which to assuage, for the next few days, my unending craving for baked goods. Next weekend, I think I'll ride out to the Bob's Red Mill store.

Really must remember my wallet for that trip.