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Saturday, February 8, 2020

Cafes of the Upper West Side

It's deep in winter but moving ever so slightly to spring.  The days are getting ever so slightly longer.  Now the sun is going down.  The sky is a deep dark blue but also gray.  The trees and their branches are grey.

Earlier, at the cafe, I savor a it a scone?  Or a muffin top?  A scuffin?  I don't know, but it's delicious, with a nice glossy glaze.

A couple of 40-something women walk in and sit nearby.

"Like, oh my god, I was just at a spa in Tuscon, Arizona.  I had such an incredible facial."

"Like, oh my god."

I'm almost finished with my scone but I can't eat anymore after hearing them.  Someday we'll all be gone!

"Like, oh my god.  Like."