Today will be spent and nigh upon wasted in the acidic belly of that coffee belching beast. Five hours that cut out the heart of my day, and tomorrow, four early morning sunless hours that cut the heart out of my mood. Normalcy will return on Thursday, I hope, as least much normalcy as can be expected from my adventure intensive life, which has neither contained much adventure nor intensity of late. But, any day now I fully expect some tall bearded old man to knock his knotted walking stick against my door and barge in followed by a throng of short, stout-looking men and whisk me off there and back again on some adventurous deed.
Until then the only question that truly remains unanswered is, “would you like room for cream?”
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