I did not begin the morning with writing a blog post.
I did not go for a morning walk. I ran instead and on a different path.
I immediately mailed a package that had to go out east.
I went shopping for a gift. You have no idea how hard it is to get myself to do that.
Thankfully, we have Little Luxuries on State Street. Still, what to get...
the person is really into tea, so maybe these tea tiles?
She's really in love with New York...
No, I think I found something better. All wrapped up now. Only it doesn't quite fit in Mr. B's pouch.
(BTW, I seriously think disloyal Mr. B has a crush on that red thing there, in the photo. He's looking all modest and shy, but really, I think it's all about her now. Ah well, he'll come crawling back when Ms. Crimson turns up her red nose and heads in the opposite direction)
The entire time I was in my office I did not turn on the computer.
On the way home I did not pick up a bottle of wine for dinner.
I took out all the mail from the mailbox, not just the stuff that looked potentially interesting.
I even opened mail that had little windows on the envelope.
I broke down with my habit breaking resolve when the afternoon light started fading. You guessed it, I biked down, as usual, for this:
a late latte