Coffee and Fresh Bread

                                                                       
 

So tired. Big day.

I couldn't write my blog last night. I had to choose between writing the blog and dying of exaustion or going to bed. As I had to get up at 6am and teach yoga in the park, I thought I better go to bed.

So when I bounded out of bed this morning I was full of energy. My phone started sending me little messages from my friends and I went to pour out my coffee. I love my phone.

Coffee is the real reason I managed to pursuade myself to slide out of bed so early.  I love my coffee.

I poured my coffee into my favorite cat mug, thinking how happy my favorite mug makes me feel in the morning. I love my mug, it has a funny cat on each side, smiling and wearing sneakers.

When to my dismay, as I watched, the level of coffee was rapidly diminishing. I discovered that it had sprung a leak.

It may have had a little crack for a long time that had now turned into a large crack and my coffee was pouring out all over the bench. But I saved some of it by quickly pouring it into another mug.

But the good news is have another one the same! This one (that is the same as my favorite mug) has been holding my teaspoons. It has a few chips, they are very old.

It is now washed and ready to go tomorrow.

Yoga in the park was funny, not too cold today, with the delectable smells of bread wafting over us from the Coles bakery. It was even more wonderful when they were cooking hot cross buns.

We reached up into the sky for Salute to the Sun and I felt a drop of rain. But Chryse insisted that it wasn't raining. Deanne was ready to give up at the first drop. But we kept going till it got a bit heavier. No one wanted to lie down in savasana with drops of rain falling on their face.

I'm trying to think if anything else exciting happened today...

I booked a one way ticket to Cambodia.

I'm running away.