I'm at Royal Ground cafe on Geary, drinking a cup of African Nectar (Mighty Leaf tea) and eating a chocolate-dipped shortbread cookie. Did I just hear somebody say It doesn't get any better than that? Well, you're damn close. Heh.
Anyway, at the table beside my couch is a group of chatty knitters: knit one, chat twenty seven, or something like that.
I haven't been here in a while. When I was a regular, I ran into them a lot.
There are eight of them tonight; one guy and seven women. They're an amiable lot, and I would ask to join their collective if I found wasting time knitting, well, a valuable use of wasted time.
I can think of half a dozen better ways to waste my time, and that's just off the top of my head. Heh.
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