
However, nothing gives me more pleasure when writing or working than to sit at a table (hopefully near the window), get cozy, nurse a chai latte for an hour or two, and get down to it. For some reason, thoughts flow freely amid the smells of ground coffee, the softly played music, and the chatter of those around me. The only other time I get this kind of urge to write is first thing in morning. Freshly awakened, snuggled under the covers, letting ideas come to life. It must be some sight, though. Not wearing my contact lenses, I'm sitting there, hair mussed, with reading glasses sitting atop of regular glasses. A barely awake alien who is given to wild flights of fancy. But, the alien digresses.....the original idea of this post was to muse about Starbucks and now that I've given it some thought, it seems to me that the perfect solution is comfy beds in Starbucks.....dual eyewear optional. Who cares to join me?
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