Amid the nearly 10-degree weather and impending snow, I made my way to Target and Bernes & Noble this morning. I had to do some Christmas shopping, but these all also my ‘comfort’ stores – the places I love to haunt when I’m depressed, confused and depressed and confused about guys. I browsed both stores for two hours today. That should tell you something right there. I walked and browsed and mused…oh, and let’s not forget about the many Christmas gifts I bought. I told myself I was going minimal this year, but you can judge for yourself.
And yes, the large blue bag from Barnes & Noble is full of magazines….all for me. Hey, I’m a writer. It’s my craft. I figure I can write it off on my taxes. And besides, don’t I deserve a treat or two of my own?