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Beautiful Day

Lakefront, Sunday morning

I had some good people time this weekend. Lots of activity. Multiple bars and restaurants and a streetfest and good company and such. But Sunday I had to save just for me.

Up at 7:30 am sharp. excited to start. Read the Sunday paper. Went to the corner diner to have my one and only truly indulgent breakfast of the week (my usual: French Toast Special -- scrambled eggs, bacon and, duh, French Toast), outside, of course. Then over to the lake to sit in the sun and read some more -- newspaper, Internet, book.

Then Pilates class with my favorite instructor. Then way, way up on the North side to a street fest I hadn't been to before, where I saw a cool band I'd never heard of called Elephant Gun. I don't even mind going to these alone sometimes. Every time I do I run into people I know anyway, and today was no different.

Then back to the 'hood to my corner tea shop to sit and read (outside, of course). And finally back home to have my favorite pizza (Chicago Homemade) and watch Mad Men.

What could possibly be better, you ask? Answer: nothing.