my morning

This is how my morning started. 

With a package on my front porch from one of my dearest friends, Maggie! I got to tell you, I love packages & letters via snail mail more than anyone out there. And this gal, she really knows how to hook a girl up with some awesome loot. See exhibit B, aka my breakfast. (See, this is what girls who are always running late have to do. Eat what they find out in the streets, even if it's a candybar as a meal) Thanks Maggie! You're the bomb! 

And with a breakfast like that thank goodness I've started running again.

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