Coffee

I remember, not all that long ago, never drinking coffee. I was a fine, functional human being in the morning without a cup of joe. I would be able to get up and start my day, and enjoy it. It seems like so long ago.

After a few years of working at the government, I started needing a cup of coffee every once in a while. I needed that extra jolt to get my day going.

I worked with some serious coffee snobs. They drank the high-test stuff. Each morning I would hear the coffee grinder start and run for a few moments. They brought in their own water jugs. Although, that may not have been all that snobbish part, since I wouldn’t drink the water at Ft. Monmouth without boiling it for a few weeks first. You could smell their coffee all throughout the office. And of course, nothing would be added that would affect the taste. No cream, no sugar, just straight black.

A few years went by, and the next think I know, I am drinking 2 cups every workday. I admit it; I needed it to get my day going. And now, after 10 years of working for our government, I have become one of them. I drink three cups everyday, including weekends. Of course, I add nothing to the coffee. I drink it black. And you better not talk to me before I’ve had at least some of it, because I am nonfunctional without it.

It was a short trip to get to this point, but now every morning, before feeding the cats, the coffee is a brewing. And that sound and smell permeating through the house is the only way to start the day.

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