A Friday Morning

I woke up this morning just before the alarm was to go off. I love that feeling. I'm more rested and haven't had any lovely dreams rudely interrupted. This morning I was dreaming about the book I'm reading so I was excited to get on the train and start reading.

I had a fried egg with a whole wheat English muffin, a small glass of V8, water and my supplements (multi-vitamin, fish oil, C, calcium) while catching up on baseball scores from yesterday. My favorite pitcher, Jeff Weaver, now with the Angels, pitched two innings, had one strikeout and gave up one hit.

When I hit the road it was cloudy and there were a few raindrops. At one point in my drive to the BART station, I turn over an overpass and I can see the City with Mt. Tam in the background. This morning the sun was streaming down on the City and it shone like the Emerald City. Very pretty.

With it being Friday I thought I would check the parking lot that's almost under the BART tracks providing a nice shield from the rain for my walk to the station. It was full when I got there so I parked in my usual street spot and walked in. It's my daily concession to the need for excercise. I'm so bad.

I like to ride in the first car as it's normally the least crowded in the mornings and I can get a seat. This morning was not the case. I think an entire high school was on the train. I had to stand the whole way. It sucked. I was really looking forward to reading my book and it's hard to read a hardcover and hang on at the same time.