A perfect morning

I use an indefinite article, because there are many ways to have a perfect morning. Here's how God's gift of a delightful morning appeared today.

Ironically, the morning began early. I set my alarm for 6:31 a.m. on a Saturday morning. I secretly hoped it would be a rainy morning so I could stay in bed. I heard rain at 5:30 but not 6:30. I texted my jogging partner: it was on. Despite my late bedtime, I had slept well and felt ready for the day.

We jogged by the bay. We went from Tom Ham's Lighthouse to Island Prime and back to my car, which was parked near Hawthorne. We had incorporated breakfast in our jogging plans, so we decided to take advantage of Little Italy's Farmer's Market. We finished jogging at 8:41 and had time to kill. After parking on Kettner we roamed around in search of an ATM for each of us. Chase was close by, but Bank of America was more of a walk than we realized. Our first 45 minutes was spent searching for money. Once we added more coins to the parking meter, we explored the farmer's market. It was my first time at the one hosted by Little Italy. I think it's my favorite one. Many of them have the same vendors so it's not too special, but I really enjoyed this one. I bought dill mint hummus that I had checked out last week at the farmer's market in North Park. We bought a slice of spinach quiche for breakfast. It had rained a bit, so we weren't keen on sitting down to eat it. As we left, I bought three herb plants: cilantro, spearmint, and rosemary.

The quiche was amazing, and I enjoyed a cup of homemade chai latte as well.

Now I need to cram in some weeding, cleaning, and a trip to North Park Produce before Connery comes over. Then I'll end the day with supper club, facials, and foot soaks.

Praise be to God for setting up such a beautiful day for me to enjoy. My jogging partner and I have plans to replicate this morning next week. Perhaps I'll try a new quiche or a turkey and brie breakfast option. I may have to try the spiced cherry apple cider. I think I'll start making my own hummus, though. I'm so thankful to feel motivated after an unproductive Friday evening. Thanks for looking out, Jesus!