A puzzle
I felt great yesterday.
I discovered last night that I had forgot to take all my morning pills which may have something to do with it?
Anyhows it was not the best of weather but I kitted myself up with coat and hat and harnessed Penny. We had a grand walk and ended up in the village. Naturally I stopped off at the coffee shop. Or rather Penny dragged me there as she gets a fistful of chicken whenever we drop by.
It was lovely, just sitting there with my coffee and pipe, with a happy dog curled up at my feet. I watched the world go by and felt totally relaxed.
But then I began to wonder why.
I’m not that fond of coffee. The chairs aren’t half as comfortable as my armchair. It’s warmer at home. I can get as much fresh air [in fact with less exhaust fumes] as I wish.
So why do I enjoy a coffee in the village?
It’s a mystery.
It's the ambience and company. Plus the rest of the World is somewhere else. Enjoy!
There is almost certainly a bit of welcome social interaction. But also going there on your own you have autonomy and agency and that interaction is also with people with autonomy and agency.
For that little interval you don't have to be a carer, a parent or a grandparent. You dont have to be an engaging blogger (though we're all grateful you are). You're not having to be a patient in recovery from a life changing experience.
You can just be a bloke having a coffee.
That is extremely perspicacious! Seeing it in black and white, it's exactly how I feel.
Whenever that type of thing happens, don't ask why. Just enjoy it as it happens only once in a great while. Also, it might have a bit to do with missing your morning meds–but I doubt it.