I forgot to mention that today was a landmark day – I believe my Indian name was revealed. I had done some serious sweating and it had dried. I was going to shower, but then remembered that I had to refill my prescription or my head would explode (possibly). I headed over to Wal-Mart in my sweat-coated body with a vented shirt over my sleeveless shirt.

It would take 40 minutes to fill my prescription, or, as Wal-Mart likes to look at it, $$$$ of shopping time. So I meandered around getting water, iced tea mix, some dog chewnola bones – taking the scenic view, so to speak. I became aware of a growing itching sensation across the back of my shoulders; I think it was shrinking sweat . . . or something. I shrugged; it didn’t help. I tried to shift a bit in my shirt and it eased it a bit, however, I had this great urge to go up to some pillar and rub my back against it like a bear against a tree. In the garden area, I found an empty aisle with bags of grass seed in a tall pile. I sort of leaned against them – a little to the left, a little to the right.

Yes, you may now call me Shops Like Bear. Or, you may want to pretend you don’t know me . . . while I paw through your cart. Sorry, a little carried away there.