So lately I’ve been experiencing this thing where I wake up in the morning all groggy and feeling like my head is an anvil, which is pretty much average, but instead of going away it turns into a full-blown headache, and I claw at my face for an hour and wonder what’s wrong with me. Then I drink some coffee and presto! Totally fine. And I’d been going blithely about my business, not making the obvious connection, but then the other day it hit me: I’ve become one of those people. A coffee person.
I feel there should be an induction ceremony, or something. A bag of sacred coffee beans, perhaps. It’s like the first time you have a glass of wine and realize you actually like it: there’s a moment. You’re grown up now, or something. Which I’m absolutely not, but you know, hey. I drink coffee every morning. That’s got to give me some cred, right?
House-sitting for a friend in her little studio-ski-lodge-cabin in the woods. Woke up last night to a chorus of coyotes, who were very high pitched and enthusiastic about something. Andrew Bird pairs well with this place. I might change the locks and live here forever. Just saying.
