Monday, September 5, 2011

Saturday Morning...

 Granted, today is Monday. Not Saturday. But Saturday was a good day for me. I woke up to a beautiful sky that God had painted and the rest of my day was just good.

 As I was perched on my make-shift seat (which happens to be a small refrigerator containing beverages) at work, I took in the moment...watching the four Saturday morning regulars. And I thought to myself, how lovely it would be to be old and retired and to have the time to be a weekly regular at a place such as The Bakery. To sit there and eat breakfast, drink coffee, and read the paper with no schedule for the day, no clock to be enslaved to. To not be rushed.
Toodles, my friends.

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