My pick-me-up-machine and precious moments of pondering about…

This is my most faithful morning companion.  I was having healthy-good-for-you-tea, but on my latest visit to my mother, I got hooked on coffee again.  This is like the one sinful pleasure that I must have after my walk and a glass of water.  I taste every drop that goes into my mouth.

I also use these moments to ponder about the day, my particular personal philosophies, about noticing the new wrinkle on my face or elsewhere (yeah, they show up in places you will never imagine).  Enough of that.

Sometimes when I am almost finished with my espresso sinful potion, my heart wants to skip a beat here and there, but I think…what the heck, from something I have to die, so what better moment than this one.  I am sure my sweet heart (yes, it is a very sweet and lovely heart I have), enjoys this joyful ritual every morning.  Did I say I put a tiny amount of the other deadly sin, sugar.  White, yes, I like to live dangerously and push the envelope to the max.  What else is life for?

Rest of the ritual is really so so; oatmeal with an apple in it and whole milk.  Yep, living on the edge.  Absolutely, more white sugar.

Now you know a side of me that you were trying very hard to figure out.  My secrets and me.

Have an eventful day!

Moi