From The Storyteller
Nov. 5, 2018, Coffee
The battle is on. Monday 5:00 a.m. and the bed feels great. At this moment I know only two things for sure. One, my alarm clock works, and two, I’m alive. I know I’m alive because I can feel my sore arms and legs. Sunday’s yard work makes for Monday’s memories. The room is cool, the bed is warm, and I am conflicted.
Getting out of this nice warm bed will happen. The question is “sooner” or “later”? While bed and ”later” at first appear to be the winning combination, the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifts into the room. The aroma motivates me to test my sore legs. They still work, which is a good sign as I had my doubts crawling into bed last night. Thus it is “sooner” that prevails, and I am out of bed.
Being an early riser goes back to my high school days, and the Polka Chick snack shop. They opened at 7:00 with freshly brewed coffee ready when they unlocked the door. Four years of early morning coffee became a habit I have never tried to break.
When school morphed into work (before the auto-brewer) pushing the brew button on the coffeemaker was each days first official act. Then, almost as an act of God, the coffeemaker with the timer arrived on the scene. Prepare the coffee the night before, set the timer, and rise to that fresh brewed smell.
Actually the key to my early morning routine has always been rooted in my love of sunrises. God’s gift of creation is waiting to be experienced, and coffee (also a gift) helps to get it started. I tried to explain my love for early mornings to a “Let me sleep in person” once. They recommended a mental health professional.
Moral: Personal favorites don’t always make sense to others.