Having "one of those days" today. My entire office seems very tense, on the edge, ready to explode at the drop of a fedora. Having felt my back muscles knot up as big as a tennis ball, I spent my afternoon listening to late, great jazz legend Peggy Lee, letting the melody soothe my frayed nerves and tune out the raised voices behind my head.
Its beautiful as well as therapeutic, to drink in an incredible song and sipping espresso. Well, in this instance, its the tar-like office rot-gut in a mug, that even my vivid imagination has difficulty masking. Even in this case, I prefer my coffee an unadulterated, unpolluted, rich black.
Listening to: "Black Coffee" by Peggy Lee
Reading: my husband's mind ;)