The morning started rough when I ripped my jeans at the knee when I bent down to tie my shoelaces (note to self: exercise trims fat) and got a little rougher when I got to DC and rode the metro the wrong way for 10 minutes. But my jeans-putting-on efforts were richly rewarded with a fantastic brunch at Nick & Ellen's. Followed by a round of Dixit, which I won. Brunch and winning are quite possibly my favorite weekend activities, especially with huge sides of Grade B maple syrup and laughter. What could follow such a great morning? Chocolate espresso shortbread cookies and conversations about public health and the Bo' at a trendy tea house (with my brother's friend, who I'm claiming as a new friend-- the amazingly talented Wolf Larsen) Again, it's as if someone drew random words out of a My Favorite Things bowl and came up with the afternoon. If your mind isn't blown yet, you need to talk to Jenny F Wong. She'll tell you how much I love shortbread.
Did the good times end when I got home to B'more? No. Not when my New Yorker finally came in the mail (maybe receiving a magazine you subscribe to isn't a highlight for most people, but most people lead more exciting lives than I do). Not when I discovered one of the first nuanced and likable pieces on Jeremy Lin was written by a reporter I already respected. I wrote to him. And he responded within the hour. (then I possibly alienated him by my follow up email, but let's not mention that).
After a rough start, not just to the day, but to the week, I'm content and grateful for today. So let me end now by lazily cribbing an ending by a much better writer:
In the midst of his stellar run last week, I couldn’t help but reflect on Lin’s journey. A Bible verse that he has cited as a favorite came to mind, encouraging believers that “suffering produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us.”
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