gathering days…eighty six
I have to admit to having a love affair with Trader Joe’s.
Yes, it’s a store.
And no, there is not a Trader Joe’s within four hours of me.
This is sad. Very, very sad.
My solution to this epic problem is to stock up whenever I’m in LA or Philly.
Do I need to bring these pajamas back in my suitcase? No. More room for coffee.
How about those extra socks? Toss ‘em, take the chocolate covered pretzels.
Today I got a package in the mail. Christmas in August.
A bag of Shade Grown Espresso and a bag of French Roast.