Istijlál (Majesty), 2 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Thursday,
March 22, 2012 about 4:05 PM Pacific Time
Today I am thankful for coffee. Until yesterday, I did not
realize precisely how thankful I am for this wonderful liquid. Yesterday I went
to the wound doctor to have the bandage changed on my left leg. On Tuesday, I
finished the coffee in the carafe and did not make any on Wednesday morning.
I went to the outpatient clinic and signed in. Last Wednesday,
was one of those days when they were behind. I had to wait longer then
expected. The receptionist gave those of use who could eat sweets a donut. Then
she ask if we wanted coffee, of course, I answered yes. She then brought us, at
least those who wanted coffee, each a large Styrofoam cup of brewed coffee. I
know it was brewed coffee because, when I finished, I saw some coffee grounds
in the bottom of the cup.
That was the first cup of coffee I had on Wednesday and it
tasted wonderful. It was strong, the way I like my coffee. I drink coffee
without cream or sugar, which is the way my Grandfather Newland drank his
coffee. That is the way I normally like my coffee. I do make exceptions sometimes;
I like café mocha occasionally, so about once or twice a week I have a cup of
coffee with hot chocolate mix stirred into the hot liquid.
I enjoyed that Styrofoam cup of coffee so much that I came
home and brewed a fresh carafe here. I still had some coffee left today and
warmed it up in the microwave.
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