Panic

This has been a typical Saturday, populated with the usual chores and errands. 

A positive outcome is a fridge which now contains food.

Another is a cupboard containing clean socks and underwear, plus enough shirts for work next week. 

Yet another is a back garden which looks pretty good for the last weekend in September, and a front garden which is halfway there. 

I have developed - courtesy of our media - mild anxiety about the level of my toilet paper inventory. I am not at the panic stage yet, but I could lapse into it. 

Counting