I woke this morning from a dream of grilled swordfish and asparagus spears. It was a very vivid dream and I woke up hungry. I usually don't dream of food, but food (from a conversation with T.R.) was high on my mind last night when I drifted off to sleep. I may have to make it a point to find that piece of grilled swordfish this weekend.
That puts a strange thought in my mind. There are times when I find myself limited by the range of my habits. Thinking about the swordfish - there is excellent fish at the Race Street Fish Market, which is not that far from my apartment and maybe twenty minutes from work. I always enjoy the food there, but I rarely go there. Why? Habit pushes me toward other places, no other reason.
I've been reading an excellent book - "Spares" and I'm about two-thirds of the way into novel and it is outstanding. Twice in the last week I ended up either staying up late or getting up a little early so I could move through a couple of chapters. I'm within a night or two of finishing the novel and I almost don't want it to end. I'd definitely recommend it, just as T.R. recommended it to me. Well worth the read.
Today was a good day, breakfast, socializing with friends, a late burger, some DVR time and soon enough I am going to curl up with the novel and finish the day.
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