Coffee Log, Day 329

Hi.

Coffee: Cafe Pajaro Extra Dark, Trader Joe’s Brand

A colleague called me ‘country,’ but not in a bad way, and another said they figured I hung out at cafes wearing berets. Both thoughts are so far off the mark, but I was happy to have made an impression.

It was a busy day of getting to know people better. That wasn’t the point, but that’s what stuck with me. I learned about a woman’s grandchildren, a man’s changing habits after his marriage, and a friend’s penchant for snarky humor. I liked learning about them. I like listening to stories.

That’s all I’ve got today. Still busy, another round of classes tomorrow. Happy January. Hope you get the chance to meet someone new.

Novel Count: 15,629

Currently Reading: Killing Commendatore, Haruki Murakami

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Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It’s the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.

Guy de Maupassant

Coffee Log, Day 280

Hi.

Coffee: Maxwell House Drip, single-serve packet; work coffee again; what can I say, it’s that kind of week.

Sometimes, life takes you to a Subway.

I imagine that one thing will survive the heat-death of the universe and that is the puffy, flaky, styrofoam rolls of ‘Italian’ bread they serve at the Subways. It’s marginally food. You eat it and are somehow left both full and hungry.

But that’s kind of the point: sometimes the only thing to do is start embalming yourself with cheap, sterile, questionable food. There are weeks where every time you stand, another thing knocks you down, so why not relent to it, give in, appreciate a numb, corporate fatigue deftly wrapped in bright colors?

I’d rather be drinking whiskey but even that is a little too lively for me now. Thank you, ma’am. Yes, I’ll take it with mustard.

Novel Count: 14,713 words

Currently Reading: Autumn, Ali Smith; Cherry, Nico Walker

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The father was long and thin, with a red face framed in white whiskers, and looking like a living sandwich, a piece of ham carved like a face between two wads of hair. – Guy de Maupassant