Easy Like Sunday Morning

 **Note to self:  Don't do bus-involved errands on Sundays**

We went to Tesco this morning for groceries.  There's no train stop near the store, so this errand is always via bus.

Our departure stop is right around the corner from our apartment.  Eli was looking at the timetables, and he said, "The next bus is due at 9:40."  It was 9:35.  So we hoofed it out the door and happily arrived before the bus did.

We did our shopping and lugged everything to a stop near the store and waited.  And waited.  And waited.

Did you ever see the episode of "SpongeBob SquarePants" where he accidentally winds up in Rock Bottom and spends the entire show trying to catch a bus back to Bikini Bottom?

That was us with less coral.

Two or three buses passed us going the opposite direction but there was no imminent promise of a bus going our way.  There are fewer buses running on Sunday - thus my above note to self.

Eventually, our bus came along, and we made it safely back home.

Then it was off to St. Stephens Green Shopping Centre to visit a Virgin Mobile store so we could get an Irish phone plan and Irish phone numbers.  Fortunately, we could take a train for this errand, and the trains tend to run a little more frequently.

There's a mid-sized book store named Easons in the mall that I wanted to visit.  I didn't bring any books with me (they were all packed) so I haven't had anything to read.  Since reading is my self care, I knew I needed to find something to get lost in.  They didn't have a huge selection, so I wound up with a copy of "The Hobbit."  I haven't read that book in decades so I figured it would be a good escape.  Also grabbed a word-search book that will also help keep me occupied.

We also went to TK Maxx (American translation:  TJ Maxx) and picked up a couple things before heading home.

Eli wanted to get off at Dundrum so he could get a haircut, which left me to ride the train all the way home by myself.  And I did it!  Fortunately, the route ends at our apartment building so I didn't need to worry about getting off at the right stop or switching transport or anything.

St. Stephens is pretty much in the heart of Dublin, and it looked like there were a lot of cool shops and such.  But I was beat (it doesn't help that I'm still not sleeping well) so that will have to wait for another day.