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god dammit i’m busy today! maybe i should have done more yesterday, but then today would not be the crazee hectictious delight i am expecting (and experiencing!) plus i allow myself fatty-snack breakfast sandwiches on days like this and that’s always good.

a slice of the daily desk

im not here either

my coffee lies in wait, watching for the ideal moment to spring, double walled insulation trying it’s damnedest to keep warm until that glorious moment when i get to drink my coffee.

i love the garden state. i kinda came from there, a little bit...

camo

i usually overlook my coffee cup on my desk anyway, i thought the poor dears ought at least have an excuse for invisibility.

added insulating bonus for me!

camouflage - a method in the avoidance of observation

debmutant

and finally, here it is! debuting in full glory on the dashboard of my rental car in the heart of twin falls. or just north of the heart.

thanks jean for the great gift!!

virgin mug with a keith richards inside – so wrong and yet so wrong

yesterday and today

a late debut for a new mug even though it is a widely recognized fact that i have too many coffee cups. i can’t believe i haven’t used it here before…

yesterday's husband-made latte

and today in a favorite mug

just espresso today.

long awaited

yet completely impractical

you know you want one

coffee dressed to the nines

busting stuff

from february 26th, my last latte (until today, check back for posting), as i did my small part to destroy the ozone. it was an accident, honest. i was maybe a little upset at a coworker and a little short of temper and maybe the four-inch frost build up in the freezer was a little more than i could stand, but when i chipped away at the ice with the flat head screwdriver and hammer i did not intend to puncture the freon line – i swear it.

it happened and i’m sorry and i’m going to buy a new office frig. until then i have been suffering with americanos and espressos solamente*.

isn’t that punishment enough?

*solamente = only, in spanish. a very useful word to know

the money shot

i think this was the thirteenth. i toiled away on my own i think. or maybe not. it’s all very indistinct and hazy now, being so long in the past.

i think it was a good cup. i certainly enjoyed the picture of a cow for sale that i found in the papers we use to box up shipments.

july 2, 2008 d.d. 100

i believe i ran out of milk, as i rarely choose to have a black coffee, except sometimes i do, but since july was so very long ago (i have a mind like a dog), i just don’t know.

making of an americano