Little Things

Nutella and wheat bread accomplished.  That has become my favorite breakfast.  Of course, I am probably having way more than the suggested serving of Nutella on my single slice, but I love it when it sort of  oozes out of the side when I fold the bread in half.  Nutella is fine in every conceivable way, even when it has to be delicately licked off one's fingertips.  

The little things like that are keeping me running at full tilt as I wait for the big things like next week's trip.  I still can't believe I'm going to be on a plane headed back to Ireland and England in about a week's time.  As always with travel that vast, there is no reality to it yet.  I will actually have to roll out the luggage and start throwing crap in before it will hit me that yes, I really get to go this time.  I have sort of started planning photos I want to make sure I get this time in my head, though.  I've mentally shot St. Stephen's Tower, Tower Bridge, and the Eye about sixteen different ways.  Heh.  Cliche much?  Sue me.  

But until then, it's the little things.  I'm watching Chewie and Roux run around and be ridiculous.  I'm staying up a little too late reading Dylan's lyrics as poetry.  I'm looking for a good book to teach myself basic Brazilian Portuguese on amazon.com and wondering if I can even manage to do that without hearing it.  I'm toying with my tattoo design...still....because I can't quite figure out what I want it to look like, and until I can get it right, I don't want to get it done.  (mostly it's the quote that's the problem now)  I'm eating Nutella on wheat bread.  

And that brings me back full circle, at which point it is probably time to get up from here and get dressed.