Sitting in a coffee shop in South Florida, wrapping up a lengthy piece that’s been driving me to drink.
Words aren’t coming.
I made the mistake of reading Trump’s Twitter line.
It’s raining and cold.
I slept four hours.
But then this dog sat down on the couch next to me. A little girl was eating a muffin, giggling with her father. I’m drinking a terrific beverage, and ate a cinnamon scone. The White Stripes are playing.
Life can be so satisfying.
