The day dawned bright and clear and the wind has died down. It feels like Saturday, for some reason.

The three of us went out for breakfast at our favorite eatery where we can sit on an outside patio and linger over breakfast and (for them) a cigarette and (for all of us) cups of coffee. The other patrons prefer to sit inside where it's warmer and noisier. We usually have the patio to ourselves.

We watched the birds swoop down for a bit of french toast and a couple pushing a baby chair and holding the leashes of three enthusiastic bassett hounds.

There is nothing more pleasant on a Friday morning than a bit of outdoors, good friends, excellent coffee and intelligent conversation.