It is very early in the morning, way too early for a supposedly retired person, but hey, what can you do?
We were at the kids’ home minutes after 6:30 AM, in time for them to leave and for us to sit quietly with the Black Lab as we wait for the grandkids to awaken.
We checked the fridge and there was no milk. I would have made coffee, but we needed milk. I went to Starbuck’s to pick up two Mistos, what I find to be Starbuck’s best coffee and bargain. I am not a fan of what I deem to be coffee made from beans that are on the edge of being burned. The steamed milk of a Misto makes it better and the cost is better as well. My favorite Misto fact is that it is never listed on the menu but every Starbuck’s knows what it is.
When I walked into the local Starbuck’s, I was visually affected by the bright yellow jerseys of a pack of cyclists, mainly around my age, which was a surprise, and only one guy looking as if he were in his forties. The line was non-existent, but strangely, it took a good amount of time before I had my order.
The banana bread is pretty much ‘de rigueur’ as we shall use it to keep the littlest one happy while his sister probably snoozes. For whatever reason, the banana bread makes them very happy and is a great ‘carrot’ to get them moving.
The Black Lab is curled up by my side. The view outside is that of a après-monsoon variety, as it is just about fifty degrees; there is a fog and it is very humid.
It is quiet.
The calm before the kids wake up and we pack them up and go to our house.