I didn’t understand other people’s preoccupation with coffee until I started writing full-time. Now I run on auto-pilot, until I’ve sipped my first cup. 🙂
I work at home doing something I love, ‘writing’ so Monday doesn’t hold the same gloomy significance, it once did, when I was part of the working treadmill.
Today was an exception. I thought toast would be a nice accompaniment to my coffee and I put some under the grill. I didn’t get distracted, something I usually do and checked it after a couple of minutes. It was almost done but it not quite. I returned it to the grill and started to feed Jazz, Oby and Tom their breakfast.
Five minutes later I remembered my toast.
It was actually worse than the picture suggests I scraped it prior to this. Finally I managed to get my now lukewarm coffee and charcoal toast, not quite the breakfast I planned. Still the day can only improve? So is it just me, or does your toast burn, metaphorically speaking, the minute you take your eye of the ball?
