the beautiful waft of morning
I ran out of coffee last week and San Diego, it appears, is not exactly known for its quality of beans. So basically, I’ve just been out. This is big. I drink about 6 cups a day, so when I’m out… it’s a little earth shattering.
I just don’t want to drink bad coffee, you know? My last batch was *from* Kona. Kona. Tell me. How do you go from Kona to Folgers and still be happy with your life choices? You can’t.
Anyways, someone *somewhere* in the building is brewing right now. And the smell of it is wafting into our kitchen. I’m so jealous that I’m about to walk down the street in search of a cup.
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