So it's been a really bad month, and... well, those who follow my blog know why.
(I also know that everyone's trying to keep me upright while it's going on. I appreciate that, more than I can readily say. It's -- a lot of what's keeping me upright.)
It's pretty much kept me from writing entirely: time consumption plus emotional exhaustion. But I had to do something to try and break out of this. To take my mind off it for a few hours. And I'll keep trying for the next two days, if I can. There's no promises, but -- if I can, I will.
So for now, have a semi-silly 11K word count about Mr. Rich and shopping carts. Because my local supermarket recently decided their current system wasn't working, made things all the more chaotic through its removal, and -- this is the commemoration.
Don't tell 'em. I don't think they'd understand.