On Mondays, there's no parking on the east side of the street where I live. If I haven't scored a parking space on the west side, I have to move my car before 8am. I take it to the pay lot around the corner. I leave it there for a couple of hours, until the alternate side parking situation ends. This morning, sleepy though I was, I decided to hang out at the Starbucks across from the lot instead of going home. The result was lemonade from lemons; I had a productive, calming morning. I journaled, enjoyed the sun, people watched, warned some people against parking on the street next to where I sat. (I saw a sweep of five cars get ticketed while their owners were inside getting their mocha choka lala dadas on. I saved a few others from the same fate.) I listened to music that Natalie, who knows what the cool kids are listening to, burned for me. At 10 am, when my block became safe for parking again, I drove back around and parked on the east side of the street, because on Tuesday mornings there's no parking on the west side.