I don't usually remember this until afterward, so I guess I'm moving forward in acceptance:

Running into town for a few groceries--a total of 2 hours from putting on boots to taking them off again--kills the whole day. We get back, I put most of the groceries away, and I'm toast. No, make that toast crumbs.

I'm better off, I think, realizing it ahead of time. Then, instead of being crabby the rest of the day because I'm tuckered out and can't do anything on my list, I can ANTICIPATE that and schedule afternoon activities such as reading the newspaper, playing Text Twist on the computer, and staring out the window.

I guess there was still a tiny bit of denial, in still thinking "I'll go get groceries and then I'll...." Then I'll nothing. Oh well. At least I can still drive and can still afford groceries, for today anyway.