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It was 15C earlier this week, which the trees took as a cue to start budding, hence me with a runny nose and chesty cough. (Apparently the wildlife took this, along with the mild winter, as a sign to start breeding. Mama skunk and babies hanging out in Christie Pits: avoid.) Rotator cuff began acting up last week so I went to see my man today, and because of sentence no.1, took a swig of my hydrocodone cough syrup as a preventative. Cough syrup did what it often does, made me feel simultaneously very happy and totally punk. At least being very happy let me stand in the ridiculous line ups at Loblaws without repining. Time was, Loblaws prided itself on having all cash registers open, no waiting,  but not anymore. Only two registers open and the rest self-serve, so the line up for the fifteen or so machines kept interweaving with the line up for the cash registers. Sundays are usually bad but-- as people kept saying-- not as bad as this. And the only reason I was there was because their pharmacy is open Sundays and nobody else's is except Shoppers.

Well, also because they have pie quarters and Fiesta doesn't and I was jonesing for pie crust. That too.