As I was too lazy to replace my broken coffee brewer, I am in detox right now. Went cold turkey the last two days. The only brew to be had in the morning was herbal tea. Don’t get me wrong, herbal teas are a fine thing in summer – at least summers that deserve that name, not that there were anything like it around these days – if cooled in the fridge and with lime juice. Or on cold winter evenings, steaming and pepped up with cubed ginger. But in the mornings I need coffee. And I am sure, my staff thinks exactly the same. Got better yesterday. Somebody was offering a cup filled with coffee right through the front door before I had a chance to even enter the office. I kind of got the message. Poor guys, I must have taken my bad mood out on them on Wednesday. Today, I am a coffee refugee and therefore all balanced again. My sweetheart brought me coffee to bed in the morning. Now it will just be a matter of surviving the next couple of days – Wednesday next week I think is the first opportunity I have to go and shop for that apparently indispensable gadget: my coffee brewer.
Java Jive, The Puppini Sisters
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