Thursday, September 24, 2015


Coffee. Thick, strong, hot, black coffee. Lots of it. If I can see the bottom of the cup, either the cup is empty or the coffee is too weak.

In the morning, my first duty after showering and dressing is to get coffee. Sometimes Mrs. Cynical will have set the pot up to start brewing when I get up. If not, I'll reheat what's left from the day before.

My first stop when I hit the streets is to fill up the coffee mug. I bought one at a convenience store chain that includes free refills forever! I'm waiting for the day they put in a drive-up window just for coffee refills.

When my hands shake in the wintertime, I just tell people I'm cold. In the summertime, I tell them it's the excitement of the job.

When I get home, I make another pot or reheat what's been there since morning. I ignore the cardiac arrythmias and wonder why I can't sleep at night.

I'm considering retirement in Brazil or Colombia.


Steph B said...

Love it!! And coffee, too. :-)

Anonymous said...

mmm, not take my coffee away

lbparker said...

I prefer my caffeine in solid form. Just give me the chocolate, and nobody gets hurt! :-D

Jay said...

Seriously you need to get to a hospital as I am sure they can set a bag of coffee with a drip line straight into your arm. No need for a mug, no risk of spillage if your hand should shake and coffee 24 hours a day. You know you want to.