no f*****g coffee

Due to the service provider changeover, there was no frikkin coffee at work this morning! You should have heard the p*ssing and moaning! Finally a bunch of the new folks rushed around and got coffee happening on the separate floors. Fortunately, I have a friend named Tom, useful, intelligent, handsome, inventive Tom U., who by prior arrangement provided coffee at 8:20 this morning. As a special treat he gave me half of a sticky bun. Life is worth living.

Which reminds me, last night Katie said that the only good thing about winter is that I will start making cinnamon buns again.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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