2 for 2.

Two posts in as many days. Shut the front door. It's true.

I've had a really great day today. I woke up on my own at 7:15. This tends to happen when you're in bed by 10:15, but whatever. I am going to rejoice regardless. I got up and made a pot of coffee and then started doing some homework. That simple. It's so weird. When I'm on a mission, there really is no stopping me. It's just the getting onboard that mission that's the problem.

Anyway, I got a decent amount done before I headed to church with my parents. That was nice.

By the time the mid-afternoon rolled around, I decided I wanted to head downtown to check out the Bistro Market that I've heard so much about. Oh my gosh, that place is amazing. A Godsend if you will. If that means that God sent it. Does it? Anyway, God sent that place to make me happy. If you haven't been there, it's on the corner of Walnut and South, and it has this wonderful big-city feel. There's a hot food bar and a salad bar, a Starbucks, a gelato bar, a wonderful glass case filled with treats of all kinds, and then a grocery store on the other side. The actual grocery store part is filled with a huge selection of organic and locally grown produce, which is pretty freaking sweet if you ask me. And the meat counter. Holy mackerel. Fresh fish and seafood. Free range meats. It was beautiful. I ended up a beautiful pecan-crusted pork chop and a bacon-wrapped turkey filet. I also bought some grass-fed beef that I'm pretty stoked about. The pork chop was delicious. I had it tonight for dinner.

Going primal really is delightful.

I liked it so much I made my mom go back with me for a second trip. No kidding. Then we played a little show and tell, and she showed me her downtown office, and I gave her a tour of the poli sci department and my GA office. Overall, a fun day. Now I'm back, with a tummy full of pork chop, and I'm about to start in on round two of Study Sunday. God bless three-day weekends. I teach Attack tomorrow morning, and then it's more downtime. Holla in the streets of Springfield. I love downtime.

Peace out, peeps.