this with having one's own crib has up sides, and down sides.
Yesterday I wound up googling for my favorite granola Bear Naked ( the yellow bag, with the dried banana in it. Only to find that there were references to vendors - one of whom is NOT COSTCO. So I plotted out my work, my primary, secondary, and 'targets of opportunities'.
I got to check out various grocery stores yesterday, as I have to work out what my diet will look like. So at one level I have this top down view, and it's INSANE, when I step back from googling for food stores. It's like there is this whole "animal planet" show going on behind me, where the narrator is talking about designated hunting areas....
Karlock Killer Of Shrubbery!
So it's weird, It's still Recon, It's still 'gridding out the terrain', but it is so weird that I am Hunting Granola!
I mean, what is wrong with America!!!! That a nice, innocent, shy, quiet, naive little waif from the midwest has to go through all of this work, just to stalk the Whiley Granola Of Choice!!!
Shouldn't there be some sort of National Defense Granola Initiative that MANDATES that God Fearingly Decent Granola MUST be maintained at all public grocery stores, you know, OR THE TERRORISTS WIN!!!!