I did it!

I made it to the coffee shop on a Saturday morning.  Baby’s asleep in the rebozo; I scored the corner table next to the power strip; I have a sixteenouncedarkroastnoroomforcream in a steaming mug next to my laptop.  Also my belly is full of eggs and fried plantains from the Cuban restaurant up the street, where I stopped on my way here.  Could anything be sweeter at eight forty-five a.m.?