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!
Thanks. Coffee is sometimes the only things that keep me awake in the am!
There is something magical about coffee shops!
I looooooooove coffee in the morning and cannot function without a cup
It is one of my long beloved writing rituals. (gotta have a cup of hot coffee there).
I completely undertand. It gets me going as well.
It probably does far too much for me!
A very important part of many people’s lives! I’m a ta man, myself 🙂
It truly is very important. Sometimes maybe, too important!