black coffee in bed
I forgot to bring in the soy creamer to work. The non-dairy creamer that the break-room usually has available was gone. Bah!
Made a pot of coffee anyways and poured a cup, black no sugar. Happy to find that not only do I still make a good pot of coffee (no need to “cover up” the taste with sugar & cream), I can handle drinking it black and without craving a cigarette to go along with it. One of my most cherished bad habits of the past was black coffee and cigarettes. Sans cigarettes, I now have enough working taste buds to actually taste coffee in all it’s complexity.
Obligatory spiritually-related pablum: It would seem that giving up the palate-deadening cigarettes is similar to performing kala/purification. By clearing our complexes, we can more fully enjoy the flow of life. I’ll ponder that while I get another cup.
song: “black coffee in bed” by squeeze
at: work
wishing: I was home in bed
photo credit: Jo Peattie
