This morning for breakfast I went to Snax, a little hole-in-the-wall fry-counter, and ordered a fried egg on a morning roll with brown sauce and salt. I ate this while walking the length of Princes Street, squinting into the sunshine.
When I reached the Caledonian Hotel, I bought two cinnamon and sugar doughnuts from the man who has a little portable kiosk there at the weekend. These things are wonderfully bad, like deep-fried cake. That saw me home.
For lunch, I finished off the (very good) vegetarian chilli I made yesterday. Now that’s healthy. But, oh, I grated a hunk of cheese on top of it.
I spoke to my folks on Skype, and while online with them we booked our April trip — for them, that meant tickets to Edinburgh. For me, it was tickets for us to go to Barcelona. I can’t wait to go on this trip with them and to see that city again. Even better, Olivier is joining us, and we might even be joined by Lisa and Alvaro. (Just smile and nod if you don’t know who any of these people are.)
So, some health crimes and carbon crimes today. And instead of getting a proper Free Day, I’ve got a bunch of things on my list to do (I must watch this; it doesn’t work not getting at least one unscheduled day a week). Still, Saturdays are a fun day. I like Saturdays.
Oh, and actually bad, like illegal badness? I’ve been watching pirate TV over the Internet. I can’t help it: here in the UK they aren’t showing Studio 60 from the Sunset Strip, by writer the Aaron Sorkin. I have been hooked on this show for the past couple of days. Just the best dialogue and character development. I love this guy.
Thank goodness (again with the theme!) I’m almost finished the last show of the first season, so I can get my time back.
