commuter, culture, touring and style—from the shores of Lake Champlain, Vermont
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
It's 8:30 a.m. at the coffee shop. I just waved away one son at his school—no kisses for a 10-year-old. Even if it's a drop-dead gorgeous morning I like to start off here, with solitude, the computer, and a tasty cup of mocha. I sit at a counter, keeping a watchful eye on my locked bike. It's also an opportunity to gawk at passersby. I peck away, blogging, researching information for this summer's European outing, organizing and ordering photographs of our kids (my own brand of annual school photo). I while away a couple hours then ride for a bit, doing errands or a loop that'll end at home. I am fortunate to do this twice a week. It's a sweet start to the day.