I'm getting ready to go to Hawaii in a few days for much-needed R&R. Except, well, I'm taking both my laptop and my alphie. Hope to do a gob of writing on the flights to and from. I won't have Internet there, so any writing I do will be pure creative writing, no blogging, no emailing, no posting on loops (cause I never do that instead of writing my quota :-).
Have much to do before I leave, so running around frantically. Ok, does anyone dislike superstores as much as me? By the time I get in the door, my feet hurt already from walking across the vast parking lot, and then the tiny item I want is way in the back corner. Or--I'm in aisle three and find out I need to be in aisle twenty-seven. Please bring back corner grocery stores, book shops, hardware stores . . . Places people knew your name and what you wanted.
But then, book superstores and discount stores all carry my books, which I need to sell in order to put food on the table--bought at huge supermarkets. There's a vicious cycle in all this!