Abraham Lincoln said, “If I had eight hours to chop down a tree, I’d spend six sharpening my axe.”
Preparation. I like that, but here’s my question: How could one even get started were it not for coffee?
Or am I just a lousy-morning person? Probably. I’ve always been a night owl, since my wee days as an aspiring author, back when pacifiers were an amazing distraction. (I gave those up years ago.)
I swear, sometimes I want to skip the whole brewing thing and go right to chewing on the beans.
I awoke this morning, as Arlo Guthrie once sang, “…hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things!”
Then I had a cup of coffee. Then I had a second cup of coffee. And I thought, “You know, I’m just about ready to dig into work and ge—” Then I had a third cup of coffee.
Aaaaahhhhhhhhh………… Yes, now I’m ready to get down to some serious work. Now I’ve sharpened my axe… err… brain.
Do you have a guilty pleasure that functions also as grease for your mental wheels?
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Well, you can go right to chewing the beans when they are covered in chocolate. Love me some of those beans! Also love me coffee, every morning without fail. I’m a bear without it, always have been, always will be.
Oh man! I wish you hadn’t told me about chocolate-covered coffee beans. How is it I haven’t heard of those before?
Thanks for stopping by, Charlotte, but I shall now try to wipe choco— err… CCCB… right out of my mind.