If we were having coffee, I’d offer you a cup of fresh brewed Charleston Coffee Company Bold Roast to help you in waking this fine Saturday morning. If coffee’s not your thing, we can probably rustle up some tea, juice, or some other concoction of hot or cold beverage to start your day.
We’d be listening to Counting Crows while we sip and wipe the sleep from our eyes. No particular album, but a mix set to random and enjoying whatever comes up next for what it is much like my plans for this Saturday. Other than knowing that I want to get a run in today, my plans are anyone’s guess at this point.
If we were having coffee, I would point you in the direction of the mostly full pot of good Seattle’s Best atop the counter and ask you to please help yourself. “Fresh brewed this morning,” I’d say while setting some music up. Alanis this morning sounds good. Surely such an offer you would find hard to refuse, but there is also tea around here somewhere, along with apple cider, and perhaps one or two other things that may pass as a morning drinkable beverage.
If we were having coffee, I think I’d opt for some hot apple cider. It’s good stuff on a cold, rainy evening, and I’ve already had a pot and a half of coffee today. I can get you some coffee, tea, or of course some cider if you like. It’s up to you.
It’s been a rough few weeks for me, and I can’t put my finger on exactly why. Best guess, the time change. I haven’t felt like myself since. It’s like I have no motivation to do anything. I’ve barely run, tried to recommit to daily writing but have felt too exhausted in the evenings to make any real headway. It’s been frustrating to say the least. I’m not a person to look forward to bed at 8 o’clock, but that’s been me lately. Some evenings I’ve looked for bed earlier than that!
So I’ve written what I could while trying to keep my eyes open. It hasn’t been a ton of words though. A few 100 word stories for #FridayFictioneers and a sheet full of ideas. Not much, but I’m still plugging away, hoping that I’ll feel like myself again soon.
I’m hoping that this next week will go better. I’m really looking for some good miles and some good words in the coming weeks.
Thanks for stopping by! See you in a bit!
#WeekendCoffeeShare is an informal weekly link-up hosted now by Eclectic Alli that serves as something of a mind-dump for the week. If there are typos and what-not found here, I apologize, but mind-dump. I don’t do a lot of editing here as I like that it is more a stream of consciousness type post, normally written while drinking coffee, listening to music, and reflecting on the week gone by.
Joaquin lay upon the wood-planked floor in the center of it all. The center…of the pentagram chalked in white, of candles blood red tipping each point, and of the circle of poured salt pulled directly from the sea.
Moonbeams filtered through the circular window, filling his circle and himself, with power. The time was near, the circle would be fully lit, and he would pull a demon from the underworld, trapping it in the sea-salt circle. A pet demon, just what he needed.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you about the little alligator I saw on my run Friday. We’d sip our coffee, Seattle’s Best, fresh brewed with whatever fixings you’d prefer and listen to the tunes flow softly from a random playlist. Right now, it’s Maren Morriss, up next, who knows?
So yeah, the alligator turned out to be the best part of Friday’s run. It was hot and humid, and I was tired, but the week had not allowed for a lot of miles and I really was looking to put in a good effort. What I ended up with was seven and a quarter miles of struggle and some pics of a little gator who had found himself on the road.
If we were having cofffee, we wouild have just left Starbucks and piled back into the car on the way home from the mountains. So this afternoon, we’re in close quarters, but don’t worry I put my deoderant on this morning and besides, the coffee aroma is strong with us!
We were just losing the station, so I scanned the FM a bit and found a Rock station playing Smashing Pumpkins. That should hold us on music for a while.
If we were having coffee, I’d offer you a nice fresh brewed coffee or hot tea, and if hot’s not your thing right now cause it’s been hot even with the cool front we’re supposedly having, there’s some cold coffee as well. And if all else fails, we have water that can be served either iced or room temp. Please help yourself.
Once we’re all settled, hot or cold drinks in hand, we could chat a bit about the week gone by and enjoy a bit of music. I hope you don’t mind Jimmy Buffett, I’m in a bit of an island mood tonight, so the music fits. “License to Chill” is playing softly in the background as we start our talk.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’ve been on vacation this week and that it was nice to have a week away from work, but that I didn’t do half of what I thought I would.
Can I get you a cup of coffee? Fresh brewed!
It seems, for me at least, that when vacation time rolls around, dreams of getting tons done roll around with it. And, if you’re like me, those things rarely happen. Such is life on vacation I think.
If we were having coffee, I would offer you a cup of something hot, coffee, or tea if you’d prefer, or whatever, and we would sit back and sip and sigh contentedly. I would say that it’s nice to see you, and it’s been a while, and a long while at that, since we’ve gotten together.
Coffee Beans & Writer/Runner Dreams 