Anyway. I did need to get stuff for dinner and I needed coffee. And I couldn't find the vacuum bricks of coffee I know we have, and the can was about empty. And the way my nerves were, I had no patience to look. Four hours later, I got myself out of the house. I felt better right away.
And I actually accomplished a few things. I took my good fleishig knife with me. This is a Wusthof-Trident 9" chef's knife, restaurant quality. I bought it on my honeymoon, and while I kept it honed, it's long been in need of sharpening. I took it to the local hardware store, and for five dollars, I got what feels like a new knife.
Because it just slid through the garlic and onion I chopped for tonight's dinner like silk. It was just *lovely*. I should have done this a long time ago.