Espresso

I met Paul last Sunday for coffee and catch-up talk. We tried a new place on Exchange Street called Mornings in Paris. The building has been around forever and as long as I can remember, it's always been a restaurant/coffee joint. As you can see, it was pretty empty at 8:00 AM. I'm sure the clientele picked up as the Sunday morning got rolling and the hotels emptied out. Paul had already made a stop for an espresso and so for the next hour or so he talked, almost uninterrupted, about the new house that he and Bonnie had finally moved into. There was talk about the mahogany deck, the window shades, the flat screen TV, the walk-in marbled shower, the couch outside their master bedroom, a couch on order from Italy, the redesigned fireplace, the plans for the living room, having Elenka and me over to check the place out, the view of the pond at sunset... You get the picture? I just sat back and listened to 'motor mouth' go. Most of the other house design areas, we had covered at other times over the last year or so. So there was no need to retread that water. The hour or so went pretty fast, as you might imagine, and we parted company. He, I'm sure, for another espresso somewhere. Me? For a nap... I was exhausted!