I woke up with a song in my heart and a donut in my hand.
That's not entirely true. The song part is, and I was surprisingly upbeat for having gotten very little sleep. The donut thing was just an added bonus.
A few days ago, I wrote about my recent gluttony. There are a couple of reasons this keeps happening.
1. I ended a fast in January and I'm going to begin a fast in March, so February is my month of indulgence.
2. I bought a "Donut Passport" through RI Food Fights, and it came with 12 coupons for free donuts at some really incredible locations. One of them is the hottest little shop to hit the scene in the last year: PVDonuts.
Their Instagram photos will make you drool. Or feel perfectly okay to knock children down and steal their place in line. Every time I've driven by there has been a line out the door and down the sidewalk. It rivals that of the Soup Nazi on Seinfeld. People wait an hour in freezing weather just for these donuts.
So today, mid-Wednesday morning, I took my chances.
There was not a line out of the door! But there was a snaking line inside, and it still took 15 minutes. That's okay, though, because it allowed me to fully consider each option and decide on the best donut. (I didn't get more because my coworkers were gone today, and I didn't want too many in my presence lest I eat them all.) I finally decided on Churro Nutella.
I ate it while reading this book. It seemed appropriate.