I went to the mall today. I’ve been meaning to return a pair of jeans for over a month now, but haven’t gotten around to it. I realized I don’t have any shorts so I figured I’d get a pair or two of them when I returned the jeans. I’d forgotten how much I hate the mall and shopping in general. I was there for quite a while and looked through a few different stores letting my indecision run wild. I finally chose a pair of shorts, returned the jeans and left. I have no desire to do that again anytime soon.

Gratitude List:
Surviving a trip to the mall
A beautiful, sunny day
Bedtime