Category: coffee
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ramblin
In spite of daylight savings time I was in bed by nine last night and couldn’t keep my eyes open past nine-thirty, so why am I awake at four o’clock this morning? Well, part of it is because we have cats, of course, but it’s also because I woke up gasping for air after my Read.
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up and at ’em
It’s four-thirty in the morning, and it’s time for some coffee, because what else are you going to do if you’re awake at four-thirty in the morning besides make coffee? Everything else in the day comes later. When it’s that early, coffee’s the only thing that matters. Why am I out of bed at four-thirty Read.
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kettle
Our electric kettle sprang a leak, so My Darling B dug the old stove top kettle out of storage and I washed it up last night in preparation for making this morning’s pot o’ joe. From what I could remember, it took a long time to boil water in a kettle on the stove top. Read.
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How to see Milwaukee on just $500 a day – Part 3
Just a bit more drivel about Milwaukee and then I’m done for a while, I promise. Almost as good as being in the audience for one of our favorite radio shows was having the great good luck to find a place to stay for the night as comfy and warm as the County Clare Inn. Read.
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catastrophe
I don’t know how many times I played this scenario out in my head: I set the coffee cup on the arm of the sofa, I sit down on the edge of the sofa, I prop the laptop on my knees, I begin to settle back, making myself comfortable, the cat decides to make himself Read.
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gonna coffee all day
Seems like I am just not going to be awake today. Funky weird sleep last night, kept waking up, would lay awake for at least one gong of the clock in the front room, then fall into dreamless sleep only to wake up again. The common factor seemed to be a bubble of gas big Read.
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ritual
A lone figure stumbles into the dining room, feeling his way through the darkness toward the far corner of the room to the coffee shrine. Hooking a finger through the handle of the electric kettle, he shuffles across the room to the kitchen sink, opens the faucet and stands waiting with a finger hanging in Read.
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coffee fail
As loyal readers of this blog may have noticed, I have employed many, many different gadgets in many ways as I’ve tried to figure out how to make the perfect cup of home-brewed coffee. (If you’re my brother, the perfect cup of coffee is made this way: Heap the filter basket of a Mr. Coffee Read.
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crud
Some kind of sticky crud forms on the lip of my coffee cup as I sip from it first thing in the morning. I usually just lick my thumb to wet it and wipe the crud off. This morning, though, I paused just long enough to wonder: What is that crud? The obvious answer is: Read.
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tripped
I’m wide awake, and I don’t know why. Well, I sort of know why. I think it might have something to do with the air conditioning running all night. It doesn’t usually bother me but after two o’clock last night I woke up every freaking time it kicked in until I got up at three Read.
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