Not so Zen

I don’t think it’s working.

It happened again: another member walked in, wearing a mask, and took it off once they were in the warehouse proper. I could hear management on the radio tailing said member but what happened afterwards I have no clue. But I’m tired of this. I’m just so very tired.

Which leads me to yesterday.

Yesterday, I grabbed a twenty from my change jar; my mother-in-law had sent it to me as a birthday gift. I had been hanging on to it for a while, but then I decided I could use it to pick up a little something for Lulu. Christmas is around the corner, so I wanted to get her a little something.

Originally, I had planned on stopping at Petco; I was thinking of getting her some treats but she’s got plenty of them. So I headed into Walmart instead.

I found a seriously cute throw–it has unicorns!–so I grabbed that for her. I looked at the cat toys and treats, but she either already had it or it was something she wouldn’t like. So, I headed down to Toys.

There weren’t any new Transformers; the only thing close was a Bumblebee Jada RC car that apparently, I already had and at $59.97 I’m glad of that. But I spotted something on the shelf that gave me pause: it was a small plush toy of The Child AKA Grogu AKA Baby Yoda from The Mandalorian.

I looked at him, shook my head, sighed, and muttered, “Come on, twerp.”

I know next to nothing about Baby Yoda. I haven’t seen any of The Mandalorian. But for reasons unknown, I bought the little bastard with my birthday money.

I will admit, when I slipped him into my backpack, I whispered, “I have to go to work. You gotta stay out of trouble.” For some reason, I felt a little more like myself when I did. It’s been a long while since I’ve gotten myself a plush critter; something about having them around is fairly calming.

So yeah, I’m now the proud parent of one Baby Yoda. Or as I’ve been calling him “Rando”, because this is the most random thing I’ve done in a while. He’ll make quarantine interesting, to say the least.

I just hope he doesn’t eat me out of house and home. Little guy is known to be a walking stomach.