There they are. Diverse early morning risers that treasure their routine as much as I do mine. We share the same sensibilities. One focused on reading what Jerry might do, one squarely finishing his breakfast, and a tourist looking on. You might ask how I know she is a tourist? It’s an assessment process. An interest from afar in identifying how this day for us may differ from her mornings from wherever she lives. I know it well. I used to have it. I still do sometimes when I look out across the patrons with envy that this is not my daily ritual and it is theirs. As I consider this the buzzer startles me and I head off to grab my breakfast.