I see the fog
through the trees,
not the trees
through the fog...
as a writer
of faceless exception,
coffee is vital,
especially at 5am.
as a father
trying to figure it out,
coffee is integral
especially at 5pm.
when the coffee maker
stopped working yesterday,
it was as if the roof flew away
in an Oz-like tornado.
this reaction is hyperbole,
but it falls in the category
of #IYKYK,
and booze is not a backup any more.
so I order a Black and Decker
from Targé,
to be delivered
later today.
and soon,
all will be right
in the world
of a wayward writer/doting dad.