Monday, February 12, 2024 Musings on Coffee

I’ve written before about my occasional dalliance with coffee, usually on Thursday mornings when we go to a Bible study at 6:30 a.m. and are expected to demonstrate some form of cogent thought. It’s a bit early for that kind of mental working, isn’t it? In spite of that, I’d given it up again and had been toting hot tea to the study instead. But last week, when my husband asked (as he always does, just in case), if I’d like some coffee, I took him up on it. Keep in mind that when I drink coffee, it has cream and sugar in it. I’m not like the rest of you purists who will only drink it black.

I’m here to tell you that the coffee that morning was intoxicatingly good. It started to weave a little spell around my soul, such that I began thinking things like, “Why am I messing around with tea when I could be having this every day?” Odes to coffee were simply spinning around in my head. I was experiencing a coffee story like reading a book that’s so good you hate for it to be finished. On the way home, we drove through a foggy mist that cleared as the sun rose, and in like manner, the coffee mist cleared as well. That’s powerful stuff, I must say. I still won’t be drinking it every morning, but I’m sure looking forward to next Thursday morning’s dalliance with the Brilliant Bean.

When the foggy mist clears tomorrow morning, this post will have cleared off with it.