Where I have my coffee every morning is quaint, comfortable and rustic just like my neighborhood. Many of us like routine and I am no exception. There is something comfortable in the predictable when so many other aspects of our lives are the pure antithesis of that.

Routine grounds me although I am assuredly going to jettison some of it when I slip into partial retirement.

This particular one, however, is one I am unlikely to abandon.


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