What dawns on me at the oddest times.

This is really just a test to see if it's possible to post from this BB. Of course, I know it is, it just dawned on me as I was sitting here.

Here is Starbucks @ 181st and Ft. Washington because I cleverly did not buy either bagels or milk yesterday, so I promised myself if I ran up the hills and around the Cloisters, I could stop and have a little treat at the end.
Here's what else dawns: the bagels at Starbucks must be made somewhere in the Mid-west or Oregon. They are too bready, but I really like the coffee, although on a foggy morning like this one, any black water might do.