Depression combined with an alcohol addiction sucks. So does loosing your ability to walk. What the hell is going on, maybe I'm just getting old?

It's Sunday in Pensacola, a nice day, and I thought I would wander down for the chili cook-off at 1700 and some exotic cars parked around town somewhere.

I got out of the house this morning for breakfast at the Coffee Cup. Actually, the place is pretty damn cool. It was hopping when I walked in at 0720, and they open at 0700. I squeezed into the counter, surrounded by locals, and ordered up some eggs, hash browns and corned beef hash. Made right in front of me by the old black guy that cooks every order on a big hot plate.

The hospitality was amazing, as was my waitress Jennifer. The food was what breakfast is all about.

Not only did the cook later walk up to me and ask how it was, in the middle of a busy morning where he's already fed about 25 people, but the manager (maybe owner) did the same. The meal was $13, $5 tip, so breakfast was $18.

Meanwhile, as the afternoon evolves, I'm hoping to hook up with Shelby and spend some time downtown. She and I have been butting our smart complicated heads together lately, and I've lost big time. We need some quality time.

I also have to announce that I've stepped away from volunteering at the Soup Kitchen. My health and my ability to walk normally, were the primary reasons. They thanked me for my service and wished me well. I told them it was my honor.