I am developing a grudging appreciation of mornings simply because that is when I can have coffee. How twisted is that?
I roasted some Kenya this morning, and was reminded of how much I like a coffee with an authoritative pop. Not a shy one, this.
And today, we edit. Or continue editing, rather. But also with the breakfast and stuff.
Hmm, just how incoherent can I be and still convey meaning? There's that pattern-matching ability again...