Where I see myself this morning:

At a nice cottage-like cafe with creeky floors somewhere far south on the 1. The ocean is rolling just across the road and I'm eating a english muffin with apple butter and sipping exquisite coffee. The breeze is perfect. I'm across from a woman in a pastel sundress who has lots of wonderful things to report, like a child returning from a fair. Then, we start to talk about what we are going to do with such a beautiful day...