Seeing..my fellow cafe-sitters, sipping their coffees, discussing vegetarian options, and worrying about the weather. Yarrow is trying to steal my money, the free-shuttle just drove buy outside, just missing my poor car and ducking past a red-light just in time.
Tasting..a latte, and that sort of half-taste of bacon that always happens when the scent is too strong and too consistent. It's one reason I never come here during Lent.
|Frost on the window|
Listening.. to the cafe playlist: Janie's Got a Gun is a little harsh for the morning, but it was better than the elevator music on now - at least I have conversations all around me to distract, and Yarrow's running commentary on the day: "And then, and then 'we'll be counting stars' and then, and then 'this is my kingdom COME!' And then, daddy at work, and then.."
Grateful... for a break in the cold. This is a bitter winter, and it's exhausting.
Reading.. Crafting a Rule of Life. A guide to forming a personal 'rule' of life inspired by, but not bound to the Benedictine Rule..It's not bad.
Hoping..for a reasonably warm day or two - I need to bake, and to clean out the kitchen, but I can't bring myself to do it when the wind-chill has us in the negatives, and today I'm not at home enough.