Whoa…just checked my last journal entry and it makes no sense at all. I must have been half asleep. Hell, I must have been completely asleep because I have absolutely no recollection of getting up in the middle of the night, firing up the ‘puter and writing a word.

I’ve checked the image on my computer and it hasn’t changed. The cat, or cash register, or whatever it is, is still on the counter of the store across the street.

Ms Celarent is right. The more you look the more you see. The coffee urns are different. The one you can see most clearly….on the right… is fed by a pipe that goes through the counter. Water? Gas? Water probably because it doesn’t look like  a gas valve fitting. The tops of the two urns are different.

I’ve been looking at the counter guy, who is bent over and doing something under the counter. Washing glasses? Hard to say, but he’s not looking at what he’s doing, his head is up and turned slightly toward the man sitting with the lady in red. She’s not paying any attention but it seems to me that the man sitting with her is talking to the counter guy, or listening to him.

The coffee shop doesn’t have a name, or at least not one that visible  from this angle. I can just make out the word “Phillies” over the window. Is that the name…or an advertisement?

I’ve about had it for tonight, I can barely keep my eyes open. I kind of hate to quit…every time I start to shut down the ‘puter I pull back for  one last peek at my friends the Nighthawks. I’m “seeing” more and more.

There’s an empty glass on the counter and the cat has jumped off the counter across the street. I’m pretty sure I’m not asleep. WTF?

(to be continued )

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