This… this coffee.  Tired of it.  Going to treat self to the meanest, most caffeinated latte in the history of lattes.

Back from getting latte and only drive through access.  You can’t go inside and grab n go like before.  I ran into one of the baristas I know and she delivered this news to me.  Was looking forward to going inside for some reason.  I shared my thought that the drive-through only dimension doesn’t help with the panic.  The barista somewhat nodded and offered a micro-apology.

Back home now and kids are into everything.  Feel bad for them.  They have been playing outside as recent as yesterday, Jackie and I playing hoops and Emmie riding her big girl bike.

Poems.  Write more.  This time is more for verse than paragraph, I’m learning.  In the moment expression and reaction.