my one real and continuous gripe...

Working on a novel while a completely different type of short story germinates in backbrain is...interesting. Yes, in that use of the word. But that's not my gripe.

My gripe is about grocery shopping. Dear Seattle: if you want to be a grown-up city, you need to have grown-up options. Today -overcast and sleepy - would be an all all-fleece, at-the-desk kind of day, except I have to go out to buy groceries. Having looked into all the on-line options (and missing Fresh Direct so much), picking stuff up myself gives me the best options at the best prices, despite the inconvenience. *sigh*

Seriously - QFC has such a limited selection available on-line, it's mostly not worth it, and Safeway's meats aren't up to my standards, and Amazon Fresh is a) Amazon and b) meh.... because yes, I was totally spoiled by Fresh Direct, I admit it.

So what's a writer on deadline but with an empty fridge to do?