Finding the right spot

On writing:
I always thought when I retired I would hang out at my home and write, paint, and do the heck whatever I pleased.
Well, that isn't happening. So, I took charge and went out in search of just the right place.
Here's the thing, finding a place is not as easy as walking into a place, sitting down, and writing. A backup location is needed.
My local Starbucks works okay until the Yoga moms arrive with their nap-deprived children, then it's like trying to write in the middle of a war zone.
I went to another local coffeehouse and found the paid parking tweaked my attitude towards the place. I'll pay extra for the cup of coffee but not if I have to fork over money to park.
As a last resort, I tried the Starbucks inside my local Target. Success!
I have stopped in each day this week and think I have found my space. My only hope is that no one else does. Yes, I am selfish.
Backup: The other Starbucks.
Sorry, indie coffeehouse.
On handling things:
I discontinued my membership at the gym. They tried to convince me to stay. I almost fell for it. I dropped by for a swim. I left dry and with the screams of children (not sure whether they were happy or terrified screams) ringing in my ears.
The place did help me lose weight. Before they remodeled. Before they opened a swim school. I am sure some are applauding the changes. Not me.
One of my loves in life is Space, the final frontier.
This came into dock today.

The Falcon9, well, one of them. It found its spot.

Peace,

Hoping everyone finds their perfect spot.