What a Grind
I’m one of those morning people who has to get up out of bed, pull on my pajama bottoms, then get a pot of coffee started before I do anything else. Then I usually sit down at my computer to respond to emails or start a blog post while it brews, squinting at the screen through foggy eyes until the first few sips of liquid daytime hit my nerves.
I had a mysterious malfunction with the coffee pot this morning and the cup is full of floaters. I sure hope that’s not an indication of what the day holds.
"In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy."
~Henry David Thoreau
September 6th, 2007 at 6:58 am
Never mind the floaters, just narrow it down to the full cup. Gotta be a good day when your cup’s full.
September 6th, 2007 at 7:45 am
What? You mean you don’t keep a brand new coffee pot in the attic in case the one you’re using craps out? Coffee and chocolate: the biggest reasons I’m not an atheist. We’re serving Green Mountain Harvard blend this morning… Hope you don’t have any stressors today other than the heat.
September 6th, 2007 at 8:04 am
I hope the grind at home isn’t indicative of the grind in the little factory to the west
xox