This morning, I have an appointment to find out the results of the latest scan, which was done the Monday before Thanksgiving. Last year, waiting this long to hear the results of something would have been unbearable. This year? Well. It is what it is. I'll live til I die, just like the rest of you, and so I focused on living, enjoying the holiday, enjoying the kids.
I am glad for my serenity. It comes from many places, I think. In large part, I attribute it to good coffee beans. Nope. Not joking. Tim and I skimp on a great deal. We buy our meat from Bilo's discount meat rack, where five packages of meat is $19.99. Couple that with the venison in the freezer, and that's the backbone of a couple weeks worth of meals. I buy the produce from a discount grocery on the other side of town. I buy whole grain bread from the day old rack, or I make it myself. We eat well, but we eat cheaply. The one thing that I don't skimp on is my coffee beans, though. I buy the good stuff.
I pack Tim's lunch in the morning, and I get him off to work. Then I have a precious hour or so to myself, sitting in the dark, tapping on the computer, writing, sipping good coffee. My dog snores heavily at my side. The keywound clock that no one can stand (aside from myself, who dearly loves the sound of a ticking clock...) ticks from the back bedroom, a spare room, and it chimes every half hour. My thoughts trickle from my fingertips to keys to the bright computer screen. No matter what is going on, by the time I push away from the computer, I am wide awake. My feelings on any given subject are sorted out. I am serene and ready to face the day.
Good coffee beans. Life is too darn short for crappy coffee, my friends.