Meeting for breakfast

I splurged and had breakfast on Saturday at the local bagel shop. I don't do it very often. In fact, I had to look at their menu to see what they served.

I looked around as I found a seat. On Saturday, there were more families, fewer students. There were a couple of tables of women meeting.

I miss that. Over the years, in the different places I've lived, I had standing breakfast meetings with good women friends. I haven't taken time to nurture those sorts of relationships lately. The internet is wonderful for keeping up with people, but I miss sitting across from the table from a good friend. It's hard to make connections in a new place.

Maybe I should add that to my list.