It was a lovely Monday morning.
The sun was shining, and save for a particular little kitty begging for attention, the house was quiet.
Hubby made it off to work without much of a hitch, and my sleepy mind was whirling in thought.
One thought swam to the murky surface, “Coffee. Coffee good. Good, coffee, good.”
I put the water on, took out my French Press and trudged to my office with an empty mug.
Mugs are important, you know. Drinking hot coffee directly from the press doesn’t sound very pleasant.
The water had just started boiling, so I turned the heat off, picked up the kettle with a hot pad and poured the water.
Something didn’t look quite right.
|Wait a minute.|
Coffee grounds might help.
Hey, at least got some material for today’s entry.