Crazy about Coffee

I love coffee. There's just something wonderful about a good cup of joe with a little cream and sugar stirred into it. It is happiness in a cup. The older I get the more I drink. It's 7:00 in the evening and here I am with yet another huge mug of the delightful brew. I'm getting to be a lot like my Dad, who drank coffee from sunup until it time for bed. Well, I'm not quite that bad yet, and hopefully I won't ever be that crazed by the bean. But who knows? I guess only time will tell.