
The last twenty-four hours have been very intense. Much of the intensity has been about everyone else's lives, but I've been the centre of about three whirlpools and am entirely exhausted. It would have made a good episode for a soap opera. I forgot to eat lunch till 3 pm and I only just remembered dinner (I suppose, having remembered it, I ought to eat it).
I skipped the crit group, this month. I really wanted to go, but there is a limit of how much I can take in a day and still get out of bed the next. Anyhow, I ought to eat since I probably need sustenance. What I want to do is drink coffee, since the other half of my Chanukah present to myself arrived. It was - of course - gourmet coffee.
The coffee-of-the-season is all arabica. Instead of my usual varieties, I bought Louisianan coffee, because I was thinking of my friends from the South and found I was missing coffee and chicory (bad friends, who introduced me to it) and realised that hurricane reconstruction in Louisiana is still very much an issue and supporting local businesses can't hurt. Besides, it meant I could buy Christmas presents and get my coffee both at once, which saved me brain work. Buying Christmas presents always causes my brain to go funny, which might have something to do with being Jewish. Anyhow, I have them all, now, and some of them are coffee.
If you're in Canberra and want coffee, give me a ring. I'm almost finished teaching for the year and am open to stray visitors. Just ring first, if you want me to be home, respectably dressed, and more than half awake. You will get delightful chocolate and even better coffee, which will surely make up for your hostess being more than a little batty.
Oops, I have to light candles! Also to eat dinner. Why do I keep forgetting dinner?