I am currently sitting in a coffee shop, by myself, and it feels so very nice. The last time this happened was b.c. (before Charlie, not before Christ, although that's how long it feels like it has been). My in-laws are in town and they were so very kind to insist that I get out of the house for the day. So I scheduled myself a massage which I had been meaning to do for a year and a half. It was euphoric - I feel so much better! I'm not sure why I always think of massages as something I should only indulge in once every couple of years, especially when it physically helps me feel my best. Not to go on a "take care of yourself, you deserve it!" rant. I am simply really grateful for this time alone today.
p.s. I am drinking a mint basil latte, which tastes like a cross between minty hot chocolate and coffee.