The percolator did not want to perk this morning and the wind was moaning it’s way through the door jambs. Everyone was cold and hovering. Missing their sheets. Wanting coffee. Wanting the ovens to start warming the place up already.. I blamed it on mercury retrograde. Gotta be, right? I know how to push an on button. How to turn a thing off and turn it on again. It was not a user error. It was the astral configuration. Right? Everyone brushed off the idea of mercury having any affects here on earth. No matter which way it’s spinning. Reminding them that the moon generates the tides had everyone side eyeing the sky, the silent percolator and me. Eventually it sputtered to life. The smell of coffee hit the air and the day was saved. Just a small delay. No big deal.
Day 41: Soup. It’s a cold day for doing anything. Soup helps.