We’re on leave from choir so this is my first spring Sunday of journaling on the porch under a down comforter while the boys snooze. Hopefully we’ll actually go to short contemplative Eucharist service tonight – St Mark’s Cathedral in Seattle at 7 pm – where friend Mel Butler is the guest musician.
“Aunt Tater” – brand new nickname conceived during yesterday’s pop-up March Madness birthday party – surprised me with breakfast including lu-ma-mi (LUnes MArdes MIércoles, aka leftovers) of fruit salad and tits, oo I mean tots; bread pudding freshly created by my favorite chef for the morning crew at MF, aka Moisture Festival; PLUS whole cream in my coffee.
What could be better? OK, OK, we know what could be better.
Always Bridging 