Coffee

Here I sit, at the diningroom table, staring mindlessly at the zinnias in the foreground and the woods beyond...about to journal, read the Word, and then ready for a few hours at work. The world is still and calm...for the moment.

As I sip my coffee, I smile at the thought of Sweet Sue.

Sue was here for a bit on Saturday (we had not been together since end of June - that summarizes my summer - Sue is one of my absolute joys) and I enticed her to stay by offering a fresh cup of coffee. I was readying for Homecoming photos and making cookies to serve the kids, and Sue was ready to run some errands on her way home, but a cup of Caribou straight from the Keurig will lure ANY coffee drinker to stay a few more minutes. Anyhow, Sue made some comment about half and half...something like... people might *say* they love their coffee, but if you don't have half and half on hand... you're just not a real connoisseur. Ha. The intent was not that black coffee is not a *real* delight, but that if you add cream... it must be half and half. She went on to tell me of recent experiences in homes with skim milk and with evaporated milk...

Sue and I are serious about our coffee.

And so, this morning, as I stirred in my half and half, a smile spread across my face. Times with friends... priceless, aren't they?