Coffee: Honduras, Cooperativa Raos; the last cup. I didn’t love this coffee, but I appreciated it. It woke me up. It worked out my pecs, it was hard to grind. A prom date in high school: magically convenient, immediately forgotten.
I didn’t set an alarm so I got up late. 10 am, I shoot for 6. My body thanks me but my head’s fuzz. Lately, life seems to happen in the mornings, drag in the afternoon, and settle at night like a chaser. The strong stuff is up front. Today, I’m sipping a weak cocktail.
Once, on a cruise, I drank pina coladas from dawn to dusk. We stopped at Grand Cayman and Cozumel. The boat was white and so was everyone on it. I got uncomfortable on the islands. Drunk days doing nothing feel a lot more romantic on borrowed blue oceans.
Tar Baby, Toni Morrison
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“I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls of champagne and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental and profound.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby