This is what most of my mornings look like:
Look around bleary-eyed.
Stumble to kitchen.
Plug in the
Scoop in the grounds, add the water. Slosh some on hand, of course.
Inhale the goodness.
Garner enough energy to open one eye, as a result. See what magic coffee can do?
Eagerly grab mug with both hands, inhale the happiness again. And again. Sip. Scald tongue. (Oh, how does that even matter? It's
Sip some more.
Open the other eye.
Mournfully look down at the dregs, wondering where heaven vanished to.
And then... start off the day.
Now, can this be anything but a religion?