Used to think that I sitting in a nice café, drinking a cup of soothing hot coffee while reading a book, was a great way to pass the time.
Not anymore.
Perhaps subconsciously I realised there is not many years left for me, and that I need to fill my time doing something. Perhaps I am just tired, and if I have any free time, I want to spend it resting.
Or perhaps that it is just not satisfying to drink coffee alone.
