At Latte Land this morning I sit. The snow falls down upon Kansas City, fluffy and unrelenting and I wonder if the roads are cleaner now than they were when I set out upon my journey. Espresso fills my veins and makes me slightly lightheaded as it realizes there is no food to shield its caffeine crusade.
The last time I was here I fought to quell the strong desire to waltz. Yay, I’d been compelled all week to dance and the sunshine, coffee, and music at Latte Land did everything within their power to tempt me.
There are no muffins today. The snow has kept the bakery truck from delivering the usual breakfast treats. This disappoints me because I am hungry. I consider another cup of coffee, but fear it will only lead to a bathroom visit and a headache. But the chair is comfortable, the fire is warm, and the atmosphere is delightful. If only there were muffins, I’d be in Heaven. (Heaven not only serves white chocolate cake with raspberries and cream cheese frosting, it serves muffins. Almond poppyseed, carrot raisin, blueberry, cranberry orange, and chocolate chocolate chip.)
I’ve been working all weekend in order to catch up and prepare for the 2 days I will be taking off of work this week. My birthday is this week and I will be waiting for the DirectTV installation guy (oh please ask me about the amazing deal I got for signing up online–I’m proud) and then I will be heading out to get my hair done. My hair has grown quite a bit which means it’s now shaggy and dark blonde. I prefer my shorter, blonder bubbly bob. These two things shall make my birthday happy.
Maybe I’ll get a muffin in the morning too.
