6I know it sounds trite to say it but life is a diversion. My one true purpose was to find that perfect moment of ultimate relaxation and everything seemed determined to keep me from it. Work and home assuredly so. When I dragged myself into the coffee shop at the appointed time on Saturday morning, Nook and Ramon were already seated and drinking their various java concoctions. I had the bagels and the paper as usual but nothing felt normal that particular morning.
“What happened to you?” asked Nook, his eyes wide with alarm behind the wire-rims. Ramon too, looked on with great interest, even curiosity.
“Helluva week,” I mumbled, dropped my chaff into a chair and went off to place an order. I felt exhausted. Sharon had kept me awake longer than I had wanted, she had felt uncharacteristic
