My first cup of coffee. I’ve set up all the trays for room service and helped the bartender clean up. We had a drink. He left. And then I realized how tired I was.
I don’t usually take sugar in my espresso but I have been lately, with Grandma and Papa who do (and who also are home in that beautiful house, comfortably snuggled between the thick wool blankets and the fluffy misshapen mattresses, cuddled closely with my baby, my best friend, my dog) and I decided to tonight. The cube was broken into thirds. That means I’ll have three cups of coffee tonight.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
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