our ideas held no water but we used them like a damn

I'm sitting in bed, drinking coffee, procrastinating my pre-church shower. In 45 minutes, I will need to leave the house and ride the cable car downtown, switch to the streetcar or the number 6 bus to arrive at church. This morning I am loving life in the City and almost hinting my thoughts at wishing I lived in New York. Almost. It's because I read Apartment Therapy while searching for Jessika's wedding website. If I don't get the evite out today for her Hen Night this Thursday, I fail. I'm already a week over my evite due-date. I still have no straight idea of where I'm inviting people.

I was going to have a little breakfast cheese. I am usually a HUGE fan of anything "light," and skinny, becuase I think it usually tastes good, and I care a lot about how much fat is in my diet. This morning I decided that some things must just need the fat, and brie is one of them. The texture is off, the taste isn't right, and it is not good.

I dream of a fabulous life that is glam but humble, cozy, full but not exhausting, exciting but calm. I dream of a life with a fantasticly arcitechtural home, well designed and lit, with warm summers and dinner parties both inside and out, crossword puzzles on saturday morning with coffee and my husband in bed. I dream of this artistic yet cerebral life that makes me not think about the weight of staying still for 30 years, because my life would be moving.