Some days you wonder why you bothered to get out of bed and other days you know why…for the coffee.
The Curmudgeon is well-trained after all these years, and there’s always a full pot of coffee waiting for me when I get up. Smart man. I am very crabby without coffee.
I can tell he’s having a good day by if he pours a cup for me or not when he knows I’m up. If there’s a cup on the counter top all fixed and waiting for me, he’s having a good day. If there isn’t, he’s having a bad day.
Not that I mind fixing my own coffee but I do have to admit I find it very sweet when he has a cup ready for me. Got to love the man!
You all have a good one!