If we were having coffee on this last evening of January, I’d be having hot chocolate. It’s a nasty day out, cold and rainy, and I’m happy that you could stop by for a chat and get out of all that mess for a bit.
Can I get you a coffee, hot chocolate, or perhaps some hot apple cider. With this weather, I’m pretty sure something hot is the way to go. Once we get the drinks all sorted, we can listen to the rain fall on the roof and be thankful for blankets, warm beverages, and heat pumps.
If we were having coffee, we would be sipping some fresh brewed Starbucks Christmas Blend and relaxing with a little Jimmy Buffet on this nice Friday night. There’s also a bit of tea if you’d rather that and we could break out the Nilla Wafers for a snack if you’d like.
How is that Nilla Wafer? It had been forever since I had one of those not in banana pudding, but there’s a series of books I’m reading (The Joe Ledger series of novels by Jonathan Maberry) and one of the main characters has a thing for Nilla Wafers and after four books, I had to have some. They are good. I can see why Mr. Church likes them so much. I always did say that the best part of banana pudding was the cookies anyway, so I don’t guess I should be surprised.
Sammy knew what he had to do. It wouldn’t be easy, but if he could mange, it would be worth it. He hoped it would anyway.
He pulled in a deep, steadying breath and went for it, peeling the plastic from the tray and attacking the contents. All the nutrition he needed and no taste. It all went down with hardly a chew. Hardly a taste.
“Very good,” his mom said smiling. “Slow down for dessert. You don’t want brain-freeze.”
She needn’t have worried. He would savor this. His favorite with none of the nutrients and all of the taste.
The airlock clanged jarring Sarey from her thoughts. It was a months long trip of stars and blackness, and she was both happy that it was over and apprehensive at what awaited her. She already missed the color of Earth.
Heavy doors hissed open. The Captain greeted her in the gray tube that ran from docking to Control. They walked gray corridors, wore gray uniforms, and lived on a gray, lifeless world.
She would change that.
Her workstation was gray and barren. She stuck a photo to her monitor.
If we were having coffee, it would be iced coffee I got from the grocery this week as it’s already late and a whole pot of coffee would be overkill at this point. Yes it’s Friday night, and yes, I’ll be in the bed shortly. So I won’t be ODing on coffee tonight. Maybe tomorrow.