But I'd had enough of being sad. I'm not very good at being sad . . . so I tend to take the bull by the dang horns and make myself be happy! Which is what I did this morning. My classes start later on Tuesdays, so this morning I met my dear friend Helen at my favorite breakfast place in Berkeley, La Note. Some good strong coffee and the nutella French toast that I have always coveted (but never had the nerve to order) did my soul well.
pre-work breakfast at La Note
Helen with lemon ginger pancakes at our window table
sometimes happiness comes in the form of nutella French toast
And now I'm home working on my lesson plans, and revisiting this poem by e.e. cummings before I head into work today, because sometimes you gotta go back to basics: