Thanks to some of our British friends here (yes, I blame YOU!) when I awoke I had a gnawin’ & cravin’ for … a hot cuppa tea. 
I wasn’t chilly or feeling blurfy; I just really, really wanted to sip on some piping hot, lightly sweetened Lipton.
… and so, gentle readers, I did.
What is it about dried leaves (tobacco, cannabis, tea, herbal “tea” infusions, etc.) that make human beings so damn happy?
Truly, we naked monkeys are strange beasts indeed.
Backup Manager was horribly hoarse yesterday (barely able to croak out “I’m not sick!”) and the grandma on the crew has had a horribly runny nose for days now (“damm allergies!”) so I’m bringing some Luden’s drops with me today.
That’ll totally help, right? 
… must remember to grab a bottle of O.J. while I’m there, too. Get some vitamin C in me.
I like to stash them in the freezer for a few hours (after taking a few sips, to allow expansion room) until they’re nearly frozen. Shake the shit outta them to break up the ice crystals & you have a sorta-healthy sorta-slushie.
Also coming in with me: a bottle of coffee & a bag of gummy fish, half a baked potato, plus a jar of salsa, a mini thingie of guac, and some tortilla chips for scoopin’ all that. Oh, and some chocolate covered coffee beans - mustn’t forget the caffeine!
In my locker there’s still a bag of peanut M&Ms and some Chex Mix, and the walk-in has a few slices of ham & a pudding cup with my name on them.
There’s a solitary low-dose edible if I need it (e.g. emotional support blankie, it’s been there a while now) in my apron pocket, and my vape battery is on the charger.
Long Night requires being prepared, dammit!
(I doubt it’ll all be consumed today, but 1a.) I close again tomorrow, too, might as well stock up, and 2b.) I feel better knowing I have backup supplies.)
It’s stopped being drippy, so I’m letting Monkey have some outside time while I finish my tea and contemplate some sort of breakfast. (Might as well fuel up now, since it’ll help me nap some more, and - judging by my lunch pack - I clearly have the munchies anyway.)
Did a load of laundry last night, mostly socks and undies and work shirts, and although I have retrieved the clean/dry items from the depths of hell my basement, the chances of them getting sorted/paired and put away anytime soon uh today erm, this year, are decidedly low.
Not nil.
But if you shook a Magic 8-Ball (remember those?) the answer would be “Odds are not great.”
That took so long to type out, I may hafta make another cuppa tea!
ETA @Taters when I was roughly that age, I inadvertantly wandered too close to a swan nest. Didn’t know it was there and then suddenly there was a commotion of this horribly loud honking noise and white feathers and utter terror and me screaming & running as fast as my little legs would go.
When you are a very small human, those fuckers are bigger than you, and indeed, scary as all hell.