Sunday breakfast at Bacon in downtown Novato. Lots of flies inside; normally enough that I would leave an find another place to eat. But since I left the house late, I know all the other places will be just as packed. And apparently I am starving so I will endure for now. But not getting coffee quickly enough might change my mind…
Coffee is definitely a great equalizer or at least it soothes the savage beast. Hoping the dusting of sugar I left at the other end of the table will be enough to appease the fly gods. it’s not looking good so far as they continue to harass me as wait for my breakfast.
Plan was to go out and get a two drawer filing cabinet. But the flies are slowly draining my energy and I don’t have faith that the breakfast will give me the pick me up that I had earlier imagine.
How long has it been since my self imposed exile? And what do I have to show for it? Just endlessly swatting flies away like a Sisyphusian (sp?) task.
Ok the flies win. Going to have my order boxed up and either go home or eat in my car.
