…now if only that was how the day had ACTUALLY started.
At least everything AFTER getting out of the parking lot has been fantastic.
Libby, the new apartment, and oh yes, the conversation I had with the server at the Spoon.
“Sweet Nectar of life?”
“You know me too well.”
She brings the coffee and some cream.
She comes by to re-fill my cup and notices I haven’t used the cream.