Today is Wednesday, so I have the morning off again. This time, Zoe and I hung out together until around 9:45 (she has music class at daycare, which she loves, and I didn’t want her to miss it).
We walked over to my favorite nearby coffee shop / bakery. The bakery is one of the best in the city, so it’s nice that they decided to locate so near to me. I got my favorite breakfast there, a fruit focaccia. It’s a perfect little rectangle of focaccia, but instead of olive oil and rosemary on top, it has fruit (this morning grapes, but they’ve also done strawberries, raspberries and blueberries) baked on top in the little holes that are on focaccia, and it’s dusted in powdered sugar – not too sweet, with yummy little bursts of fruit. I keep meaning to try to make my own, but it’s so good and so near by, I don’t have much motivation to try. Zoe got a slice of the rustic bread that they had out for samples. Then a cup of coffee from the coffee shop and we were good to go.
The coffee shop has a sign saying “unattended children will be given an espresso and a puppy.” I’ve since seen that sign other places, but this is the first place I’d seen it, and it always makes me chuckle. Despite the warning, I settled Zoe onto a chair with her bread and walked a couple steps away to get her a glass of water. I was a little disappointed not to find a puppy and espresso when I got back, but maybe it’s for the best.
I thought about other people I’ve had coffee with through the years: friends, boyfriends, coworkers, fellow students, family members. Thought about our conversations as I listened to Zoe point out the dogs, babies, trucks, and other nouns that passed by the window. Though I’ve had many great times getting coffee with others, many great conversations, and I look forward to meeting up with most of the people again over coffee, today, this morning, there was no one I’d have rather seen across the table from me than Zoe.