woke up this morning

[howeird]

Thinking of writing a blues filk. Not really, just that the John Prine song which starts with the subject line is not at all appropriate for the present situation. Was playing in chat rooms in bed on the netbook, decided the continental breakfast at the motel was not enough, so looked for a Denny's on the GPS, and was almost there when I remembered it had been closed 2 years ago. I didn't fell like going to the ones near the airport, so returned to the area near the motel, parked at the Starbucks and am at a tiny table between two very different real estate conversations. The people on the right are talking about commercial development opportunities in Seattle, mostly supermarkets, mostly supermarkets which have hit hard times thanks the Whole Wallet opening a megastore nearby. On the left is a man shopping for a house, a Woman of  Certain Age is showing him the current book of properties. But very interesting conversations because I have no vested interest. No real interest? Bad pun.

Walked in here behind a bevy of eye candy, the most attractive to me unfortunately took her order to go. early 40's, Jane Fonda figure, high heeled boots, dressy version of safari blouse & pants.