Depleted: Running Low on Supplies

To grocery shop or not,
What a dilemma;
There’s a storm front coming
And little produce in the fridge,

But it’s Friday afternoon
And I’m short on time,
Besides, how many others
May get the same idea?

And seeing as I’m running late
Due to fatigue and poor sleep,
There’s the question of place,
As in, will nearby stores be affordable?

I could just take a chance and see,
But how will I feel?
With this ridiculous chronic condition
I never know, and I’m working tonight.

Plus, I have to get some cash,
Oh, I fear twill be such a mad dash
And don’t know what I’ll find,
Will it only make me more behind?

It’s so frustrating
How often this happens,
Dithering and fiddling
I squander even more valuable time,

‘Take a breath!’ I think,
But tension always seems to arise
When the larder gets low,
Not sure why, some ancient instinct perhaps?

Either way, I get caught
And can’t seem to process it;
There’s no relaxing
When this craving comes calling.