Chesnutts and warm bread...

I'm sitting in a booth at Einstein's Bagels, across the street from the hospital. I feel like I belong here, like I've come home.

Is it the earthy colors? The low music? The smell of warm, fresh bread and coffee? Or is it because Hilary used to visit this place on a regular basis and something about that draws me to this spot?

I'm meeting a colleague here to prepare for a presentation we're giving this morning. Here she comes. She's running late but I don't mind; this 20-minute break has done more to ground me and prepare me for the day than our meeting ever could have.

Every Fall they have this special coffee blend that Hilary and I love - Chesnutt-something-or-other. I hope they have it when she's here later this year.

Ahhhhhh.... This is good.