then there was coffee
It's the same day or whatever that means. I find myself sitting at a favorite little Khmer coffee spot. The music goes. The mood lifts. It's the caffeine. I have loved coming here for years. The owner periodically changes things. New comfy chairs. A couch I adore. Wonderful and friendly baristas that always say good morning in English and hello in Khmer.
Mornings in my neighborhood are this wonderful arrival and departure. Then some writing between it all. Really love the moments between the others when I just find my time.
Then two blog posts about the usual detritus and feelings seem totally reasonable. You okay with that netlify?
I also have to admit mornings are my best time to leave the house. I've been there long enough. Through the night. Last night wake up too damned early so sleep again. Of course either blessed or cursed with weird dreams.
Now I slowly move along. The journal is demanding. The blog wants to be fed. 11ty is hungry.
Sorry I waited so long.
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