Later we went to Starbucks. I was really craving a decaf coffee. When I'm tired, I do. It's odd. The warmth is comforting. The barrista kept wanting to give me a latte. A latte is not coffee. It's milk with coffee. To prevent getting a latte, I told the woman at the counter to forget the milk. I went over to another server and she put a little milk in my coffee. Sometimes when we want something done right, we need to find the right person to do it. The Observer thought the second barrista was gay. She probably was, but I only care that people are kind. The Observer was bagged. I appreciated him coming to visit. Hopefully he knows I do. We chatted before I got out of bed this morning, but not since. I wonder how his day went...it will be over in forty-five minutes.
I went to the St. Lawrence Market. After buying bagels for Mom and Dad, I ran into a friend. We had lunch together. I wasn't hungry or talkative, but it was good to see her. We had pitas. Mine was full of hot sauce and veggies. My eyes and mouth were on fire, but I loved it. At home, a sweet attendant made me coffee. After missing my scheduled booking, I appreciated her taking the time to make it. She's sweet. I'm in a better mood today. Each day is different for all of us. For that, I'm glad.