Despite the lyrics in one of my teenage years hymns, I like my coffee with milk. Lots of milk, in fact. And I hate to start a day without coffee. Or cigarettes. If for some unthinkable reason I were to run out of both, I probably wouldn’t be able to function at all.
Today is a half bad day. As there is no milk left. Nor any substitutional cream. So I have to have my coffee black. As this is almost impossible, yet very necessary, I put some sugar in it. To make it drinkable. Rare experience. But thus sweetened, the day might be saved.