Its sunny and birds are probably singing somewhere and its truly glorious.  The kind of day really where I would rather be oh, in Williamstown, MA drinking ice coffee on the terrace with the river rushing below, or Rome sitting in the shade in my favorite bar with a cappuccino.  Or any other of the heart achingly beautiful places where once I used to live along with a good coffee.  Still this being Stafford I make do with the soon to be smoke-free Bank House bar which is ok.  And settle down with laptop and half finished novel in my attempt to write my way out of here.