Weekends

I awaken. . .

It is morning, not early nor late, just morning

Getting out of bed is a chore, it is difficult to give up the warm coziness of relaxation.

You know you have to because age has crept up on you and if you do not get moving, the stiffness will begin and along with it the pain of not moving.

I move the covers back and gingerly swing my legs over and sit up.

One deep breath and I think Coffee!  I need Coffee!  Thinking of the lovely smell and the heat of it is enticing.

I head downstairs intent on getting it started before head for all of my other morning tasks.

It is Sunday so I get the grounds and filter and water and start the maker

Ahh Coffee, nectar of my mornings. . .

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