Perfect morning

Or something close to it.  After closing Baker's Square with an old friend last night, I slept a bit later and went out to Panera late (for me).  Considering it is a holiday for many, it wasn't too crowded, so I settled in to do some reading.

What exactly is it that makes complete strangers come up and talk to me?  Not once, but twice.  The encounters were very pleasant, but it does strike me as odd that people would come up to a stranger and comment on what they are reading/doing.  The first was one of the employees, who came to clear away my tray and stayed to chat.  As it turned out, we have a kindred Spirit, and were able to chat for a few minutes on the necessity oftentimes of those who work to have their devotional time in the evening.

A while later, a woman passed by my table on the way back to hers, and stopped to comment on my handwriting (which at the time was being laid down in my (very private) journal).  Odd start to a conversation, which led to revelations about her granddaughter and other family members.

In our electronics-driven almost-virtual society, it seems people still hunger for face-to-face interaction.  Still, it's always a bit odd.

Then off to the quilt store in the little town west of here.  Beautiful day for a drive (sunny, excessively hot, but the a/c in the car works well, as does the sound system!) along twisty country roads.  To make it even better, it is a bonus bag day: if you have one of the store's personalized canvas bags, anything that fits in it is 25% off.  And no, I really didn't need anything, but picked up a yard of fabric to use as the lining for a tote and a few quilting magazines.

The little town also boasts a small bakery/restaurant that serves a killer fish taco.  After lunch it was back to town...

...to a stifling apartment.  Do laundry, wash the bathroom floor.  Too tired to make dinner, but still need to eat.  The refrigerator is full of things for a wonderful salad, but almost everything needs to be cut up - no energy for that.  Don't want to go out, don't want to order in.  There's a little bit of chocolate custard in the freezer - does that count as dinner?