This morning began with a plea to turn the heat in the house on, since it had gotten down to 68 degrees overnight. I’m laughing at myself as I write this because 68 was well above the warmest temperature I would have turned the heat ‘up’ to when we lived in the Midwest. However, living now 17 miles from the Mexican border in deep south Texas, 68 inside the house is COLD. It was 46 degrees outside, and damp (it’s rained for 2 days…another big deal here in the valley), which is downright miserable.
Yesterday, day 2 of the steady rain, Ken and I stopped at our local coffee house (Ambrosia, on N 10th – a place owned by a guy name Nick – very, very good coffee) and needing something warm and comforting I had him make me a mocha. It hit the spot. Not only did I feel appreciably warmer inside, the “cozy” factor helped, too. This morning, though the sun was shining again (Hooray!) it was still damp and definitely cold (yes, I know we’ve covered that, but really… it was!). Today is one of the early-out-the-door days (Ken teaches his first class at 7:45 on TU and TH this semester) and thus no time even to make coffee – due in part because I didn’t want to get out of bed… did I mention it was COLD!
After dropping off the kids at their respective schools I scooted to the local
Starbucks box store coffee house (sorry, Nick) to get a mocha (Ambrosia’s is better, yes). I ordered a big one with an extra shot of espresso. As I pulled up to the drive through window to pay, the cheerful barista chirped, “How are you today?” I squinted at her, though she couldn’t see my eyes because I wasn’t about to take off my sunglasses. My response, “Not awake yet.” She looked at the side of my cup as she handed it to me… “This should do it!!”
Thanks, chirpy barista girl … I’m waking up now… and I’m even starting to warm up. (Did I mention it was really cold this morning…? LOL)
I couldn’t live without coffee.