Banana Bread Fiasco

I ordered an anxiety workbook. Because boy, do I need it.

My potential therapist got back to me, and apparently it's going to cost me twice as much for therapy as I thought. Bummer. I could afford a few months (around six) though. Sometimes I feel like a bottomless money pit.

I was looking for a recipe to use up more basil, and found Basil-Lemon Chicken. That will enable me to use up more chicken too! And it sounds good. I've got chicken breasts thawing in the refrigerator. And I've added ingredients to my shopping list.

I want to make banana bread in my bread maker. I've got butter and eggs warming to room temperature.

I have a real taste for a Garlic Burger from Steak and Shake. I want to stay here while the banana bread bakes though, so I'm going to Door Dash it.

Got the banana bread going. Well, hell, Steak and Shake is closed. So I ordered a Frisco Burger from Hardee's. The Door Dash person had some problems with finding the place. The burger was pretty good.

The banana bread didn't work out so well. The bread mixer didn't mix it up very well. When I took it out, I first put it on a plate. Then I tried to flip it over onto a wire rack, and it completely fell apart. The part that I ate tasted pretty good, however.

Now I'm waiting for my laundry to finish. I need to clean up the kitchen too.

Galena?

Ran errands. Returned some library books and got others. Got most of what I needed at Aldi. Was about to go home when I remembered that I needed to pick up Zara's prescription at Walmart. I'm glad that I remembered that; I would have been annoyed with myself if I forgot. After getting the prescription, I got some diet root beer. And I forgot the reusable bags! Aargh! Went to leave when I remembered that I needed lemons and hadn't put them on the list. So I went back in again, this time bringing a reusable bag with me, and got the lemons.

Now I'm melting. Had dinner eventually. Now I'm feeling really tired, so I think that I should just go to bed.

I'm mulling over going to Galena (Illinois) for my birthday in November. My plans keep on getting less and less ambitious.

Oh, I forgot to say that the therapist said that we could "discuss some options" for paying for the therapy. And she rescheduled my appointment to next Monday.