This was so beautifully written. I love the details of spackel and pantyhose and the line about coming home empty handed, perhaps to realize that you didn't really need anything after all.

"Errands" makes me think of my suburban childhood. My mother perpetually running to the store. I can't identify many "errands" in my own life, though.

Maybe the internet has changed the nature of errands? When I leave my apartment, I'm often just going for a walk. But when I'm out there, I might pick something up on the way home. It doesn't feel like an errand, though. Even if I'm buying toothpaste. It just feels like something that happened while I was on my walk.

Maybe if I lived in suburbia with a car, my outings would feel more purposeful. Or more directed toward a destination - one that resulted in spending money, no doubt.