The musings of an affable curmudgeon.
Every remember as a kid wishing that the weekend would last forever? Especially if you dreaded Monday morning and the start of a new school week. Or maybe as an adult — dread is too strong a word for most cases — you just felt a little edgy on Sunday night knowing that the “grind” was waiting for you the next morning. → Read the rest
Is coffee a good thing? I didn’t care much for it for many years. I tried to turn myself into a coffee drinker but could never quite acquire the taste. Then my tastes buds either died or I trained them to enjoy the taste and now I have become an addict! First it was black only, that’s manly, but I gave into my upset stomach and started using cream.The little man of a million expressions.
