I hate the physical act of getting up early, but once I've cleared that hurdle I love being up. I had to be downtown at clinic escort training at 7:30 (which, for the record, is earlier than I have to be anywhere ever), so I was up in the dark and out in the fog. Actual fog, not mental. The training was good. It was interesting. And I think this will be a good introduction to volunteering for reproductive justice in a more hands-on way, since being a clinic escort directly benefits women and girls who are accessing legal health care and who have a right to do so without harassment. Also, evidently this particular clinic is pretty low-key in terms of the anti-choice protesters it attracts. It's not a freestanding building, so it can't be surrounded. There were only two protesters there today, and they're regulars.
We were done training by 9:30 and then I headed to the co-op to recycle about 6 months' worth of plastics and buy some green vegetables. It was all very virtuous. By 10:15 I was eating falafel in my car. Then I had an ill-fated trip to a sewing machine repair shop that has closed down, a stop at Goodwill, a stop at another sewing machine repair shop where I successfully dropped off my machine for a tune-up, and a stop at a new Everyday People location where I heard the following obnoxious exchange in the dressing rooms:
Annoying woman 1 (in response to the music changing to God Only Knows by the Beach Boys): Oh, they must have heard us complaining about the [awesome Brigitte Bardot in French] music, hahaha.
Annoying woman 2: Yeah, this is America, play the Beatles, hahaha.
Me (muttering): oh my god you are the WORST.
Then I bought a weird-ass skirt/dress that I'm sure both annoying women would have hated. Suck it!
Now I'm home and it's only 2:00! I'm going to take a nap under some cats, and then I'll see about some of the other stuff on my to-do list. There's so much day left!