There is something to be said about mornings like this. One piping hot White Chocolate Mocha (that's right. F you, calories.), one empty booth in an overcrowded Starbucks, a sweatshirt that's over 20 years old, my laptop, a new copy of an old book, 2 September issues, a pen and paper. This current session of "me" time is long overdue and much appreciated. Life is good, in tha' hood.