Coffee Log, Day 28


Coffee: Guatemalan Extra Dark Roast, Trader Joe’s Brand

I watched the rain hit the tin roof of the gazebo. I woke up thinking about my uncle. He had a heart attack a few months ago and just had another. They put a defibrillator in his chest. I haven’t talked to him. I don’t really know him.

It’s easier to survive independently than at any other point in human history, at least if you can snag a chunk of the first world. There’s so much infrastructure built up over centuries of struggling. You can sit in a room – alone – and comfortably control your climate. You can ship groceries to your door. More and more people work from home. Solutions to age-old problems.

When I look at the tin roof, I feel out-of-step. That rain looks cold. A lot colder than it is inside.

Currently Reading:
Tar Baby, Toni Morrison

““I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that’s all, just cats and
rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.” – Charles Bukowski


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