If we were having coffee, I’d say good morning, or is it good day by 11? Either way, I’m just crawling out of bed here on a beautiful Saturday. Today, we have coffee, fresh brewed Seattle’s Best, Stoked Iced Coffee, green tea if that’s your thing, and of course water. I’ll be sipping the Seattle’s Best and probably putting another pot on since I’ve powered through this first one already!
It was my intent to have coffee with you last night, but after dinner I didn’t feel the best and was so tired, so after fighting it long enough to watch some World Cup in which I was falling asleep during, I gave in and went to bed. Twelve hours later, I’m awake again, drinking coffee, listening to Alanis sing while writing, and I feel all the better for the rest. Going to bed last night was a bit frustrating since the nighttime is normally my time to write or play, but I had a busy week and I suppose it finally caught up with me. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – I’m Awake”
ing coffee, I’d apologize for my absence of late. The bad thing is that I don’t even have a reason for it. Or even an explanation. Saying that night after night, week after week passed with opportunities to plop my but down and write, but I decided not to doesn’t seem like a reason or an explanation. I’ll say that I was in a funk and leave it at that.
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