A Time to Write

I made it out of the house! My running partner was busy this morning, so I dropped Emma off at karate and drove onto one of my favorite places in Eugene, the Fifth Street Public Market. This was the time I was to work on my book, but the program I use wouldn't work, some sort of warning kept popping up. I feared my machine would melt down in front of me, and "Love Casserole" would be up in toxic smoke(where's Technoman when I need him?)

Since I just travelled to "Indy", I went to New Twist and bought one of a few things I actually collect. It's a frosted drinking glass with a state, city or country printed oh so vintage-like. I bought the last "Indiana" glass. The young clerk lady ever so carefully wrapped and boxed it for me, so I could give it to Paul to give it to me for one of my Valentine's gifts. 

By the way, I love Marche's food, but most of the time, 99.9% I go to the upstairs cafe and buy a coffee and a cookie. The cookie is a peanut butter, chocolate chip with roasted hazelnuts. Just yumm. 

I'm not sure if I can do the cookie routine while trying to type, as I spent half the time licking my fingers. Yes, I know, they do offer napkins, but what fun is that? They taste like paper.

Usually it's not just any cup of coffee. My good friend introduced me to a warm bowl of latte love. I prefer the cafe au lait with the fluffy, foamy designs, served in a white bowl that warms your hands, and gives you something to hang onto while deep into conversation with a friend.

Drinking one of these is a must when visiting Eugene. 

As much as I love this combo, I almost always forget that even the decaf coffee they use makes me hyper, anxious and talk faster than I already do. I guess my family and friends get to experience the downside to this vice.