Watching McHale’s Navy at 8:00 AM on a Friday and waiting for the coffee to brew. It’s a brand called Death Wish. I suspect it’s pretty strong. Barely awake; suspending disbelief long enough to think maybe it’s reality. Fake native Islanders fearing a fake metal dragon. Wackiness ensues as the characters bumble like Keystone Kops and the aroma of brewing coffee teases my nostrils.
Pouring the first cup
challenges of brand new day
seem overwhelming
first sip—bags under my eyes
massaged by hot coffee steam