… is discovering that someone shares your fairly odd taste in music and you listen to Turkish pop playing through the stereo from your iPod when you get up in the morning and it’s not strange at all even though neither of you is Turkish or speaks more than a few words of Turkish and […]
Get up, go to bathroom, make coffee, check email, clear spam off blog. The trackbacks and the ones stuck in comment moderation. Ugh. And only then can I get on with my morning.
Here’s what I like about mornings: I think to myself, Let there be coffee, I close my eyes and let my hands go through a series of motions, and lo, behold: there is coffee.