I arrived really early today at the Rosecrans and Douglas SBUX (between Sepulveda and Aviation, if that means anything to you). Our barrista this morning was very, very chipper. I was rooting for her, even though her sincere "How's your day going?" (with follow-up questions!) was beyond me to answer coherently. No lame "I need my morning coffee" excuses from me; I just couldn't talk. Maybe I was already in my left right brain. (It's the right side, isn't it?)

My fellow patrons were struggling, too.
Hey, it was still dark outside.