Went to the market this morning and couldn't resist dropping into the Sally Ann on the way back. The fruits of my labours - actual fruits, veggies, eggs, a new translation of "Don Quixote" and a little red leather purse from France. My kind of shopping.
Also - I just read Leah McLaren's "Globe" column about a new book called "Single: Arguments for the uncoupled," which shows just how couple-centric our culture is. Hooray for the power of one! This morning, getting ready to go to the market, I thought about calling my dear friend and neighbour who also loves to go to the market, to see if she wanted to come too. But then I thought, that'd mean being with her, talking, sharing. Why? I love going to the market alone, doing what I have to do, and going home. Bicycling home, alone. I am a profoundly single person and very happy that way. Glad there's a book about us weirdos.