If we were having coffee, you’d have to forgive me for making you drink it alone. I’ve finished mine on the walk back to the hotel room, and I’ll soon be in bed. Besides, all we have available is the hotel room coffee machine, and feel free to fire that bad boy up, but that’s not for me. I do not know how anyone can bring themselves to use a hotel room coffee maker, but they do. I’m way too germaphobic for that. I can offer you water. It’s right there in the fridge, and it won’t keep you up, so help yourself.
The past week was a busy one. As a result I missed my #BadPoetryThursday, which is frustrating since I’ve been trying to be more consistent in posting. Anyway, next week is a new week. A week where I can hopefully keep to schedule, for better or worse.
What a weekend! If we were having coffee, we would have lots to talk about. So grab a cup out of that fresh brewed pot on the counter and sit back. I’ll turn on a bit of music. Anything you feel like lstening to tonight?
Coffee Beans & Writer/Runner Dreams 