Rushing about this morning, quick coffee with hastily prepared eggs and a bit of sausage, I got ready for another day and of busy busy what-not and to-do's. Walked the dogs, took out the trash and threw whites in the washer with a healthy dose of Oxi-clean. Suddenly found I was ready early for an early run to Orange County, so said to myself, "Self, you have time for a second cup of coffee!" "Oh, no," I answered myself, "Too much trouble! By the time its done, it'll be time to go!" "No, it won't do it!"
I have been making coffee in a second-hand percolater that I picked up at an estate sale. Made the best coffee I thought until for some reason I forgot to put water in it one morning and it began to burn. I thought I caught it in time, but alas, it seems to have had a stroke and forgotten how to shut itself off when the cycle is done. I am pretty sure it cannot be repaired. Oh, well. Back to the french press I thought hadn't been making good coffee. Well, perhaps it was the human making it. I tried it again yesterday and again today and wonders of wonders, it makes just fine coffee!
Anyway, I decided to make a second little brew. (It is a small press, big enough to make one mug of coffee. A cup seems not enough these days and who drinks coffee from cups these days anyway?) So it is brewing right now as I write. And there is time enough to drink it...leisurely...before I take off to get gas and hit the road.
And taking the time to have that second cup (mug) feels so deliciously decadent, I am savoring every sip. Maybe coffee isn't your thing. That's fine. But I am sure there is something that you can treat yourself to, take the time to fix or buy ready-made, and enjoy. The point is to take time for it and indulge. It is making my day. Probably would yours, too.