I stand there at the cheese counter trying to decide which cheese pairs best with anxiety. There are kids in their school uniforms hanging off of shopping carts and moms scurrying through to pick up last minute ingredients for dinner. There’s a strange conversational din taking place. Chablis? Do people still drink that? Oh, I really don’t know, they just said for her to take the Ozempic stuff. MOOOoooOoooom! Taking some type of deep breath I realize, too late, that a cart would have been helpful. Holding a loaf of “artisan sourdough bread”, no doubt made by a cult up north someplace, a bottle of Chateau Ste. Michelle Cabernet Sauvignon (Indian Wells), a tube of fresh mozzarella (it offsets the tartness of anxiety), a container of Nancy’s Greek Yogurt (plain), and non-chocolate Halloween candy. The price of all these items equals my doctor’s visit copay. Was that you ? Did I see you standing over in the bakery with your blunt bob and bangs? Wearing overalls? I go to the self-checkout l...