Sunday mornings

Sunday mornings, especially before a mission critical event [like work], I’ve found that I really do benefit from a large, delicious breakfast. I’ve got it worked out in El Paso, and Saturday morning, it was Magnolia — always a favorite in Austin, but yesterday, we tried Curra’s for breakfast. In a delightful change, it wasn’t too crowded when we were there, and the serving person (Taurus girl) was obnoxiously bright and cheerful. Must be a morning person. But the food was good, and got me going for the day. I didn’t even know Curra’s had breakfast — previously, I was just getting upset with the big crowds late in the day. I hitched a ride home after working all day, via Artz Rib House, and fell into bed at some unreasonably early hour, like before 10, just dog tired.