Made my dip, realized I was missing a few things necessary to make dolma filling, ran out to the store to get them. Got them quickly enough, then stuck endlessly in line behind crazy guy talking with cashier about his relationship problems, disputing the price of grape tomatoes, remarking on how his first name was the same as that of Glen Frey whose 'You belong to the city' was playing, that Glen Frey was in the Eagles, etc., etc.
Deal better with being on my own than some, apparently.
Walking across the parking lot, intense déjà vu about another déjà vu I had walking across the same parking lot, wrote about that one on previous blog, I believe. Strange doubling.