GOOOOOD MORNING!

I'm not a hippie, but I generally believe in the ebb and flow of good and bad and what-goes-around-comes-around-ness. And if this holds to be true, then I am due a good day. At least one, solid good day. One day free of bullshit, stress, and tears. Today just might be that day. Halleighlujah.

Granted, it's only 11 AM and there are plenty of waking hours in which shit-storms, sketchy roommates, and shattered emotions can surface and cloud my sunny outlook, but I'm thinking positive here, people.

I decided it was going to be a good day when I woke up.

"Waffles."

I decided this morning was one in which the first hour or so of work was being forfeited for a little R&R in the form of waffles. Maybe at a cafe on a leafy street or across from a green gated park on a bustling but quiet east Manhattan street. Iron lattice-topped tables tilting on a sidewalk already cluttered with packets of sugar and condiments. Icy coffee, cool shade, warm smiles, and hot waffles.

It turned out to be a gallon or so of ridiculously over-sweetened coffee on a treeless stretch of Myrtle in Brooklyn. Sun hit ugly stores and bodegas unubstructed. Barista's moved slowly and menus scolded "No special requests! No substitutions!" and sadly...no waffles.

But with the company of a good cougar and taking a little time out of the work week just for yourself, it can be just what the doctor ordered. With cream and sugar.