This morning started off crappy - it *is* Monday after all. So of course, I slept badly last night. Anyway, I walked into the coffee shop this morning and instantly felt better. There's just something about the ritual of coffee that makes me happy. Also, I was able to let go of all the crap I'd been carrying around and hadn't gotten into work mode yet. Maybe thats it, the coffee shop is a place like sanctuary for me - nothing outside can reach in and touch me.