Sunday, March 09, 2003

Most weekend mornings when I find myself without any plans, I make a full pot of coffee. The first cup goes straight into one of my three extra large mugs, and the rest fits perfectly into this great carafe I've got that keeps it piping hot for hours. Thus provisioned, I take to the 'Net and cruise some blogs, read the news, and otherwise while away the late morning to mid afternoon hours.

Invariably, when I pour my third cuppa, there's some coffee left over. It's too much to waste, but not enough for even a skimpy half-mug. Even though I know I'll never use these last few gulps of rich black nectar, I can't bring myself to pour them down the drain. This drives me crazy.

I'm almost done with mug #3 right now. The meager portion left in the carafe calls to me like an orphan in the snow, small and sickly and insistent. If this is the worst thing to happen to me today, I'm an inexcusably lucky man. Nonetheless, for the moment I'm vexed.

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John Scalzi's explanation of why nice and wrong are not mutually exclusive is an excellent follow-up on and expansion of his dead-on assessment of George W. Bush.

Posted @ 1:26 PM

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