I’ve got this big ole chomebook. I like it, but it’s big. I’m at our favorite cafe with Ming. I ordered some pasta. Ming ordered coffee and has a day-old croissant.
We went on a wild goose chase looking for a Pismo farmers market that didn’t exist. Damn it.
But we went to the wonderful strawberry stand. We bought strawberries and apricots and blackberries and peaches and snap peas.
There was a marine layer. I liked the chill. It reminded me of my youth.
We got some sugarfree chocolates too. Someone in the shop was being trained. “Temperature is very important,” the trainer said.
I feel healthy and well again though we didn’t walk or dance yet today. A worker just handed me my pasta. I feel free.