I really love coffee.
It’s weird. Most of the stuff I love I actively pursue, whereas coffee I only drink because it’s available. I think if I had to give it up tomorrow I wouldn’t actually miss it all that much, but the cup of coffee beside me right now is almost finished and I might go upstairs and get another when this is done.
How do I explain that? If I enjoy it so much, why do I not care if I don’t have it for a week or a month or whatever? But when I do have it I really like it, and if I’m out somewhere often I will go for a coffee just because it’s a thing I can do.
I love that it’s not super expensive. There is a particular brand of whiskey that I am quite fond of, but it’s so expensive that I will absolutely never buy it. I got a bottle as a gift a few years ago and I just finished it a few months back, but I will likely never replace it. But not so with coffee… the pot of it I brew every morning costs less than a dollar including beans, water, and power. Super cheap. And if I go out for a coffee, yeah it’ll cost me $5 or so, but that’s not bad! Cheaper than almost anything else you can buy.
I love that it gets me space to sit and write, either at home or out at a shop. I can plant myself at a table, rented by the cost of the coffee they sell, and write for a few hours without guilt (if I’m going to be there more than a few hours then I have to buy at least another coffee… I’m not a monster).
Coffee fuels a significant part of my writing work, both directly and indirectly. Great stuff. I used to drink a lot of tea, but that’s fallen by the wayside in recent years, whereas my coffee consumption has been a slowly climbing curve since about 2006. Twenty years of coffee!
Anyway, nothing super deep to say today. Just some appreciation for that which lets me do this.
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!