gratitude-a-thon day 718: the coffee

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An old friend is visiting. It’s so good to see her, but I stayed up too late. Drank too much wine. And now I’m waiting for the coffee, like it’s the holy grail secret of life.

THE COFFEE.

Give me the coffee. That brown liquid with magical powers, that takes me from crusty eyes and cobweb brain to someone who can connect words into audible sentences (sort of).

Give me the coffee, sweet nectar of the Dunkin’ Donuts Gods, now serving 11,300 worldwide. Give me the milk, the light agave nectar. Let that liquid slide down my throat and make like a rooster at 6 AM. Cock-a-doodle-doo, organs, let’s wake it on up.