On Taking Time for Coffee

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.

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