Sunday, February 6, 2011

Cup of Joe




I didn't used to be a coffee drinker, but the older I get, the more I look forward to that warm cup of java every morning.  At home, the smell of coffee calls me just as our alarm clock goes off.  When we're not home, Starbucks calls me...well, it calls me just about every time I pass one.  And since there's one on every corner here, I have to limit myself.

Coffee.  Perfect on a chilly morning, a morning by the lake, the pick me up on an early school morning...it's the cure for anything.   Including an evening at the IBar. 

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