and we'll make a good goulash, baby

this morning i woke up to sun- real live burninating sun- flashing across the sea of vehicles that race by my house every morning during their mad dash to downtown corporate ottawa.

combine said sun with crisp, see-your-breath temperatures, eggs on flax seed bagels, delicious coffee and cashmere, and well, it might be too good to be true.

[now, i go to ruin the bubble fo awesomeness by reading marx. eeeuugghhh]