In A Delicate Brioche

Today was a day off. Today was a day off where I didn't have to drive to Boston, and I didn't have to drive up North. Today was the first day of a two day stretch of not working and not driving. Usually when these days pop up now and then, they signal boredom. No work? No friends? No Mum? No Boy? Whatever will I do?

Today, I decided to follow my every whim and treat myself. I woke up early craving maple syrup, so I braved the gathering snow storm and headed off to a little diner down by the waterfront. I read the paper and nibbled on a plate of french toast, eavesdropping on the conversations around me. There's something exhilarating about sitting for a spell in a public place, when everyone around you is distracting themselves with other people.

Next, I drove to my beloved Target and perused purses, clothes, books, and the dressers I might buy when I have the money to spend on "frivolous" purchases like things to put my clothing in so they don't get cat pee on them. I finally selected a cute little green bag, perfect for the spring that might eventually show up around these parts.

Then, for my final trick, I was off to the grocery store to purchase things that could actually be considered good for me. No more frozen dinners, no more days gone by with little to eat but a piece of toast and several glasses of wine. I picked up all the necessary items for a healthy balanced diet. I did get something a liiiiiiitle bad for me, but I felt like I needed a tiny treat-- a little bit of brie in a brioche crust. It was delicious melted onto french bread for dinner tonight. That spinach will still be around for dinner tomorrow. Hey, you gotta start somewhere.