When you get your biggest chore done by eight o’clock in the morning, it is a beautiful thing. That is the observation I made to the staff at the Java Shop in Herkimer, NY this morning after I made my order.
In fact I had more than just coffee.
I had written my article on the Herkimer Town Board meeting for the Daily Sentinel, taken a picture to go with it, and got them both emailed out. I drank a cup of tea while I wrote, just in case I decided to treat myself to breakfast out (must watch my coffee intake). Of course I decided to treat myself. I ordered a breakfast sandwich with ham and provolone on a toasted roll, because I enjoyed the last one so much. I got a regular hot coffee.
A writer’s breakfast.
As I breakfasted (broke fast?), I worked on a letter to my friend Kim in Colorado. I SO miss going on Mohawk Valley Adventures with her! Dylan, the young man who brought my sandwich to me, asked if I was writing another murder mystery. I remember Dylan from when he worked at the End Zone. He remembered me coming in with my friend who had since moved away. I was pleased to tell him I was talking to that very friend.
That does remind me I need to start working on the next murder mystery. At least a good breakfast should help!
Mohawk Valley Girl 