I had a rough morning. I woke up late and had to drive around 60 miles round-trip to the City just to sign two stupid pieces of paper. I didn’t get home until well after noon, and the day was just not feeling right to me. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t had a drop of coffee, and a day without coffee is like, … well, … a day without coffee. This isn’t strictly a man thing or a masculine thing, but it is THIS man’s thing. There’s nothing finer than a cup of fresh ground 100% Colombian Bean coffee to make one’s eyes light up and your spirit smile for the day. Even though it’s afternoon, I’m sure enjoying my Java out of my favorite cup. My Mom used this hand grinder for thirty some years before handing it down to me, and though we have the new fangled electric grinders, it just doesn’t seem to taste quite as good as it does when ground by hand in this old antique.
It’s THIS guy’s thing.

This is why it took so long to get there and back.