where coffee is
I struggled over making this a note instead of a blog post this morning. There’s no clear difference and the whole notes thing is just a fun endeavor for me to learn about 11ty collections and then do one. I also have apple shortcuts for this stuff and my finger strayed to the one that creates a new post in iA Writer along with the frontmatter all ready to go with the current date. I’m no shortcuts guru but these just same time and energy and I find of doing that because I am a lazy old retired guy.
Coffee this morning is an escape. For some reason the house weighed down on me and I felt this sense of frustration and irritation with it early on. Walking to Summer Coffee meant a break from all that plus time in a comfortable and semi isolated table where people do not bother with things after I get the coffee and hot tea. And yeah… this morning I appreciated that.
Without further words it’s my Sunday coffee and I love this place.
Being back on 11ty writing lets me appreciate the Frankenstein essence of this thing I created. The little iterations with GitHub. Curious about how vercel works. Enjoying just the feeling of perhaps murmuring,
Mine all mine. My precious
Well maybe going too far for a thing that forever seems unfinished. The joy though with having a little place to call my own transcends all the nice services out there. Places I could call home but not feel I could truly move in.
Now it’s easy here. I did some writing. My coffee waits. The manager smiles and waves. I sometimes feel spoiled in my coffee choices. Like my life putters along in a house I don’t care for. Sometimes with people I don’t want around. But the coffee. Yeah.
I’ll take it.
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