When morning comes, although not the sun, I wander downstairs (the bedrooms in our house are upstairs) and make a pot of coffee. Over the past 25 years, we have had some coffee pots. There are two things in common about all those pots. They worked when you turned them on, and they made coffee.
Coffee is my morning muse.
Coffee is how the crazy things inside my head get onto the web page that is my blog.
Not that coffee should get Kudo’s for that, in fact, I suspect probably the opposite.
Anyway, I present my coffee pot!