3am snowstorm

Birthday party at The Artist's backalley house deep in the market. The invitation said "bring pie", the sign inside the front door said "pie fight, 12am". A pie fight seems like a wonderful way to welcome your 40th year of life.

We emerged from the pie orgy to a winter wonderland and spent the next several hours driving, laughing, and arguing over who got the larger half of the chocolate bar; sugar and conversation fueling us with enough energy to keep us going long enough to watch the light change down by the lake as the sun came up.











There was no yoga today. There was, however, a whole lot of sleep.