After my appointment this morning I went to get breakfast at St. Francis Fountain.  I’ve been coming here since I’ve been getting treatment for my side.  Today’s visit reminded me of “Nighthawks” (1942) by Edward Hopper.  This is how I felt and appeared this morning.  But unlike the back drop of “Nighthawks” set in Greenwich Village in Manhattan I was in the Mission neighborhood of San Francisco.  I was sitting at the counter only one of four other people in the entire place for quite some time.

The coffee was black and told me a fortune as a poured a little cream into it’s abyss.  I was in trance as the swirls spiraled around in the cup.  I was still in a little pain but I tuned it out as I began to daydream.  This is the part of the day where I decompress.