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So, I was meeting a friend to hang out over drinks and got there a little early. He texted me he was running late. I figured I’d sit alone at the café, and do some writing.

I got a delicious milk tea with black leaves, and no pearls, on ice, in a big glass mug on a bamboo coaster. Sitting at the patio out front, I commenced to work on my new book, White Fences, Black Stars (more on that work another time).

Realizing my phone battery was low, I put the settings on “power saver”, and tried not to download a lot of stuff.

I only made a little progress on the book, but a new thought or section is a good thing, and I have been very productive with my writing of late, being fairly prolific overall.

Satisfied with the section, I tried to avoid glancing at the ladies in the area too much, and did some reading on my phone.

My friend arrived later, and we schmoozed about life. We didn’t talk about anything momentous, but chatted about everyday stuff.

I enjoyed the quiet time before he got there, but am more settled when my wife is with me, or when I’m with friends. Being married and writing in café’s on my own, seems a tempting if also pleasant venture in solitude.