SCENE: 06:30, Saturday Morning
Daughter: Daddy, let’s play a game!
Me: How about “Daddy Drinks Coffee?” That’s a game we could play. I’m playing it right now, actually.
Daughter: Daddy! [Laughs] That’s not a game!
Me: You’re right. It’s not a game; Daddy must have his coffee every day.
Me: How about we play Minecraft?
That first cup of coffee brewed from a french press that is fresh out of the dishwasher. Bad coffee is bad coffee, but a completely clean press can turn an okay grind into a surprisingly good one.
That wonderful diminishing effect holiday weeks have on the traffic in which I almost inevitably find myself along my fifty-mile commute. I actually have time to post something this morning.
That mix of both hope and dread at the remaining weeks of a semester when almost of the final assignments have been released, and the true scope work needed to be done in the next (less than) four weeks has been revealed.
That sense of calm that comes from finding out that others are in the exact same situation in their own words.