Most days I roll out of bed, walk my pup, throw on scrubs, and head to work.
Other days I wake up and take it slow….
Those days are good. Really, freaking, good.
Last week my dad sent me an email. Here’s all it said:
“This looks good.”
Then, he included a link to this recipe.
I can take a hint.
I don’t know about you, but it’s not often that I feel good about eating cake for breakfast.
But then there’s those slow mornings.
The days when you can take your time and indulge.
For me, that includes doing a quick workout, making a cup of coffee, enjoying a decadent breakfast, and catching up on my reading.