sunday morning

I'm having breakfast in bed, sitting cross-legged with my bowl of oatmeal and tea on the side. I cook my oats the old-fashioned way, sprinkled with a spoonful of Ghirardelli cocoa mix (chocolate hazelnut is my fave), one of the best ways to enjoy oatmeal in my humble opinion.

Every now and then, I check the Chicago Marathon site, tracking (read: stalking) my friend Neeha and my cousin Ken as they run their way all over Chicago. I am equally excited for them as last year's marathon was somewhat of a downer. By that I mean, they were forced to slow down, walk or stop because the weather was too hot for anyone to run. Right now they've passed the 30K marker, Neeha with 3:02:31 and Kenny with 3:08:30 - yay! Don't you just love the internet?

So I went to the "one and only" Lit Crawl last night and spent 3 hours walking up and down the Mission, in and out of cafes and bars, listening to writers read. Some readings were great, some not-so-much, but what amazes me is how every year, again and again, I feel exactly the same way. Something akin to this. Its good to be reminded of why I write and how much I love the written word.

I'm still undecided on what to do after my breakfast - go to Bernal Heights Park (pictured above) or drive up north across the bridge and spend a quiet time in Marin? The good news is, I have the entire day to figure it out.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend everyone!