I have four magazines on my desk and I hope to read all of them today. I have two Harper’s, one Atlantic Monthly and one Paste. I just finished the Smithsonian I started yesterday afternoon.
I walked down to the coffee store a little while ago to get two pounds of coffee and spent extra time there chatting with the owner about the lack of eateries in the area. She calls our lunch group the lunch posse–she sees us walking past her shop. She made a suggestion for a steak and egg wrap at one of the places down the street–the good place down the street. I’ll have to try that next time around.
Two co-workers left around 10am this morning to go to a downtown diner (one that I don’t particularly like) for breakfast. They both claimed that grits and hash would help fill out their work-related conversation. I’m not sure what was wrong with having the conversation at work. Whatever. I think we’ve jumped the shark here.