The brain compromised on some tomatillos (forebrain: I can put those in a sauce for with eggs; hindbrain: ooh, crinkly!).
Grocery people once again mistook my physics T-shirt for a sorority T-shirt, but this has been happening for years now; I'm used to it. (* is not a Greek letter, people! Psi, yes, but *, no!)
To add insult to injury, I awoke before the 4:50 alarm, because I was just so hungry. Not fair. I had dinner last night. I had ice cream in the middle of the evening. But 4:30, there I was, ready to gnaw markgritter's leg while he slept, so I got up. Sigh. Don't know what to do about this (other than getting up and eating breakfast).
Anyway, markgritter has been successfully taken to the airport, and the groceries are bought and put away, and that, as they say, is that. Maybe there will be a nap. One lives in hope.