Cures for the blues?

I've still got the blues pretty bad - coming home after a short trip to visit family was unexpectedly sad because it turns out both me & M experienced a mutual moment where we got excited about being close to home and seeing our girl again, then realizing she wasn't going to be greeting us.

One cure for the blues for me is stopping by the bakery on my way home, buying a baguette and putting it in my bicycle basket.  Growing up, the idea of buying a baguette, putting it in a bag or a basket was to me just the height of sophisticated living, and it still makes me very happy.

Hey, check this out!  Clever.