I have a confession to make: I like going out for coffee.
No, let me rephrase that. I love going out for coffee. In fact, there's one regular Saturday night hangout that's so much a part of my routine that the day isn't complete till I've gone and come back. Sometimes I go somewhere else for my evening java, but not going out at all on Saturday night feels just plain weird.
Over the years, I've spent literally thousands of dollars driving or walking to places that sells roasted-bean beverages and sundry foodstuffs.
I can explain everything, really. This is where I go to get ideas -- writing ideas, interior decorating ideas, troubleshooting a project, window-shopping, sometimes just people-watching. Sometimes I take my notebook computer along and actually compose something right then and there, being careful not to get biscotti crumbs in the keyboard or hot French Roast in my lap.
Yes, I could make coffee at home. Sometimes I do. No, I have no intention of giving up these evening sorties. The change of venue is refreshing, a caffeine spa treatment that gives me a chance to kick back and integrate all the fussy little details from the previous week.
If only it was tax-deductible.