La Journee Parfaite

It doesn't take very much at all to make me happy and here is the perfect example of what made me, a content me.

Drag myself out of bed.
Drag myself to class.
Cold crisp winter air.
I'm awake.
My students and I plan a jazz festival. The lesson plan tells us that our festival is a success.
A ride on a rattling tram with a warm, freshly baked turos taska.
Witty, smart alecky repartee back and forth all day long.
Late cancellation :)
The elusive postcard with the 'hot' Magyars makes an appearance once more.
Kapalbharti, a 17 minute run and crunches.
Soup and crunchy pita triangles.
Eat in Rome....I could stay here forever and never move onto to Pray in India and Love in Indonesia. After all, food is my first and true love.
Bedtime.