“I commended myself for the way I didn’t misbehave and made a mental note to consume more of these 4:1 gummies the next time I go to the DMV or Post Office.”

On the day I sampled these gummies, I was nursing a busted ankle from trail-running up and down some nearby hills. As a result, I was in the market for something that would quiet my pain and discomfort. Within a good 45 minutes of ingesting all the gummies at once, I was feeling lighter in both body and mind. Fifteen minutes after that I was back to rushing around and doing whatever it was I had to get done—without a moment’s preoccupation about my ankle. It worked well as a pain reliever, but it also had the added benefit of keeping me calm during a laborious day of navigating the local supermarket on the 4th of July.

I assure you that this grocery store experience was not all about smelling the roses (they were out of that particular oil). I also had to wait for some pre-ordered shrimp which proved to be an infinitely slow process, made all the worse by other customers zipping by and claiming their orders before me. Had I not had a proper base layer of lemon CBD gummies in me, I imagine I wouldn't have been so laid back. What I probably would have done was offer up a passive-aggressive buffet of remarks like, “Are you catching those shrimp now?” Then I would have looked around for the approval of other waiting customers and added, “Am I right or what?”

Instead, I snapped myself out of the fixation I had on the ice surrounding the Chilean Sea Bass and sheepishly raised my finger. “Sir, any word on those shrimp?”

The fishmonger seemed confused. He furrowed his brow and gave a quick scan along his workstation and lo’ and behold there were our crustaceans, behind a large scotch tape dispenser, all packed up and ready to go. Isn’t life funny that way? I got a half sincere, “Sorry about that, busy day.”

“Sunroof down, wind in hair, Bob Segar on the radio and me, powered by cannabinoids, sitting contently in the passenger’s seat. ”

I just shot him a stern glance and silently thought to myself, “If I hadn’t eaten a handful of CBD gummies and spent the first 15 minutes of my visit here lulling myself into a very tranquil state by taking deep whiffs of lavender oil—I would have given you a piece of my mind.”

As it stood at that moment, any piece of mind from me would’ve turned out to be a very calm one. I commended myself for the way I didn’t misbehave and made a mental note to consume more of these 4:1 gummies the next time I go to the DMV or Post Office. On my way out I plucked myself a loose red grape from a nearby bunch and ate it as both a reward and a sign of protest.

With our seafood safely in tow, the wife and I decided to take the Pacific Coast Highway down towards Santa Monica. It was the right call. With a total of 20 mgs of CBD and about 10mgs of THC coursing through me, courtesy of Care by Design, a drive along the beach was just what the doctor ordered. Sunroof down, wind in hair, Bob Segar on the radio and me, powered by cannabinoids, sitting contently in the passenger’s seat. Not a bad way to spend the first half of Independence Day.