Being here, doing my thing

This morning I awoke to a dissertation day looming before me and thought: 'If I sit at my desk in my basement all day, I will lose my mind.'  The thought of my dining room table--often an alternative--felt my pain, but offered me no consolation.  And then, I thought: Cafe Lemont!

Newly discovered, this place screams: Be here.

And so, being here is what I'm doing , 

among the other Lemont-ers (and along with my good bud Caleb), 

in the eclecticism of the furniture,

under the umbrella of these umbrellas.  

Being here, doing my thing, loving my little luxurious life.