Coffee and Time

As I have previously posted, quite possibly more than once, I do a somewhat unique coffee thing in the morning. 

I wake up early, usually hours before Sue, and make myself a single serving mug from a pod. Later, I make a big pot to greet m'lady's arising.

Our brew of choice for the big pot is Van Houtte's Belgian Chocolate.

When m'lady comes into the den for her brew, I usually ask her to pour me another mug, more like a half mug, as I am either sitting at the computer or under my iPad in my chair.

She adds cream first, pours (drips?) the coffee, and then adds more cream as necessary. We both like a creamy coffee, coloured beige. She gets it right.

On infrequent mornings such as this, however, when I rise late (for me!) and closer to the time of her rising, I dispense with the single serving mug and brew the pot straightaway.

I swear that I do the same thing that she does, and my mug is good enough.

But when she does come around for her mug, I still ask for my second pouring.

And hers is always better. No matter what I do, my mix is not as good as hers.

It shouldn't be hard, but I just can't quite get it quite as good as she does.

We all have our talents, but I will be 74 this year, and I am still looking for mine.

Alas, I am running out of time.