On target

The Target in Brooklyn is a strange place. I have never been there when it hasn't been crowded and the shelves haven't been ravaged. I don't think it's that they don't have a lot of stock, I think they just can't keep up with the demand. Every day it's like Christmas Eve. I still manage to find enough, every time, to fill my basket and empty my wallet. Today it was nearly $90 of little things that I don't even know if I need: paring knives, a shower curtain liner, new sponges, some new plastic drinking glasses, etc.

In less than 12 hours I will have my keys and possession of my apartment.