Home In The City

I shipped our groceries to the wrong address today.

Because we moved. On Friday. Three blocks north of where we used to live. Only after I received the notification that our groceries were en route did it occur to me that I made this glaring error. With my Versacart, and in my pajamas, fuzzy coat and suede clogs (I often give new meaning to homeless chic), I hustled the three blocks south to retrieve my goods.