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Oh my gosh, we're out of coffee

So I had a dream last night that woke me right up. In my dream there wasn’t a coffee ground left in the house and all the stores were closed. Panic set in and I woke up. I guess that says a lot about my relationship to coffee. In fact, I was out of coffee and I realized that last evening, but didn’t feel like going out to the store. I thought this morning would be soon enough, but apparently my subconscious was worried. I’m pleased to report that all the stores were open this morning and my purchase of coffee went without a hitch. Presumably my subconscious is reassured that all is well and will allow me to sleep soundly tonight.

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What I noticed this morning was the layer of ice on my windshield and the many patches of black ice on the roads. It was cold last night. It has been cold for two days. Never crept much past 30 degrees yesterday. This afternoon we’re having a virtual heatwave with above freezing temps. Whoo! Spring! Until Friday, anyway. Then we have another arctic blast due. We’re a week into December and my woodpile looks almost as large as it did in September. I’ve hardly made a dent in it. Yesterday the stove burned merrily away, but today...not so much. Just enough to keep a bed of coals going. The temps in the house are hovering around a comfortable 70°. Very nice.

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I spoke with the lad briefly last night. He was in the middle of cramming for an exam and wasn’t in a terribly good mood. It didn’t seem like quite the right time to suggest that waiting ‘til the last minute to cram for an exam might be part of the problem. I can’t complain. He’s done very well this semester. I did ask if he’d thought of anything he’d like for Christmas.

“Who can think of Christmas at a time like this?” he asked.

“Well, try,” I said.

After a pause, he said, “Well, I’d really like Guitar Hero II. It’s a PS2 game and everybody wants it. Do you think you could send it to me before vacation?”

“No,” I said.

“Oh. Well, it was worth a try.”

“Is that it?” I asked.

“That’s all I can think of.”

Sigh.

Posted on 12/06/06 at 01:02 PM
 




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