Early to rise

Not to put to fine a point on it, but ... ladies, the train, yes? When it arrives, it arrives at any time of day or night. And then, You're Awake.

Well. All the earlier to sit down with you good people. Because that's what I do. I sit down at the computer right after the shower and after starting a pot of coffee. Every morning. I can no longer relate to a time or place when I didn't blog or check e-mail reflexively all day long. There's this guy, Fred? He's my partner on the economics midterm. Don't really know him, but we get along well. He wrote me yesterday afternoon with a draft outline for our paper. Then I wrote him back with my own outline, and a note saying I suspect our prof is going to ask us to include a survey instrument, and would he, Fred, please write me back ASAP with his thoughts. Did Fred write me back? No. And you know why not? Because he's probably one of those people who use e-mail as a simple communication tool, the way our great-grandparents used to send telegrams in the olden days. You know - think, type, send, then get up, walk away, and don't. return. for the rest. of the evening.

It boggles the mind.

Is the coffee brewed yet? -- yes, here we go.

Do you like those flavored coffees? Personally, I believe they're From The Devil. Oh, I went through a heavy French Vanilla jag when they first came out, but now I don't even like the smell, because I know what lurks behind that aromatic delivery. No, give me plain unadorned French Roast, straight from the exploited workers' hands to my cup.

Hey, you're gonna laugh: Saturday BB and Bunny were searching his truck for something, and came up wiiith ... my old cell phone! It was wedged between the two front seats. How? I absolutely did not remember being in BB's truck any time that day, back when I was retracing my steps. I wish now I'd tried to ring myself there. But why would I have, if I didn't remember being there? Well, it's impossible to second-guess; must let it go. I have more pressing concerns now. Now I have to use all my parental control to keep Bunny from reactivating the phone for her own use.

Comments

[Jo]

It IS mind-boggling that people don't blog or email with regularity. The fundraising chair from the church called me last week and I said, "I can't talk on the phone, why don't you email me? I'm an email person!" and he hemmed and hawed for a long time. "I guess I'll try it," he said dubiously.

I tell you!

And I was into flavored coffee very briefly, too. Now I like the gritty Peet's stuff the best. Coffee you could gnaw on.

[maya]

I hear you on email. People are so used to it being my primary form of communication they are surprised when I use the telephone. E-mail or blog commenting, that is.

My Water Forum stuff is going horribly. I'll be at the library tonight for sure!

[Snow]

I don't like coffee at all. I know that's modern heresy, but there you have it. In order for me to drink it at all, I have to tart it up with all sorts of sugar, flavorings, and glop, at which point it really isn't coffee any more, is it? And I still don't like the taste of it. But I adore the smell. Mmmmm, coffee smells wonderful.