I rush in and out of Starbucks almost every morning with single-minded purpose. How nice, though, to be an elderly retired man getting a New York Times, a large drip and a bagel. Something so satisfying about that slow pace, the leisure, the plain coffee, the crossword puzzle and business section. I'm projecting, of course, and by no means do I want to be an old retired man. But...he had smiling crinkly eyes and seemed happy and you could just tell, he had no issues with his blood pressure---unlike me, whose blood boils with anxiety.
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