Me, waking up with a sense of needing to do something today: Hello?
My internal voice: Hello.
Me: Uh. What's happening today?
Voice: Pandemic.
Me: Yeah, right, Pandemic. That's not nearly specific enough. Do I have to get anything done? Are there deadlines? Should I be panicking? What's the metanarrative?
Voice: I don't know yet, I'm still waking up myself.
Me: ... You're helpful.
Voice: *shrugs*
Me:
This story takes place in a Target parking lot. This particular Target is always busy (at least it was back then), and the parking lot, well I was going to try to draw what the parking lot looked like but then I realized I could just take a screenshot from Google Maps:
So as you can see, the parking lot is shaped like a large oval, with the short end tucking between the Target on one side and the J.C. Penney's on the other side.