I had a double shot of espresso
that was so good I thought it
was going to blow my socks off.
Off to work on a sad, old Fiamma
today. A mini rebuild.
Then, beautiful hippie girl is
coming over to spend the weekend
with me. More coffee and hopefully
In a magnesium-infused, hand thrown
mug with lots of craters from the
magnesium during the initial kiln
“See anything you like?” the potter
asked me with a twinkle in the palest
blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She took a
swig out of a green Swiss cheese, moon
“I like the mug you’re drinking out of,”
“Sell it for fifteen dollars.”
She tossed her tea on the grass and
handed the mug to me.
Stretches, yawns, scratches
and peers around.
Domain: Not big
Subjects: 1 (self)
Beverage: one – tea, Earl Grey, hot; milk.
And just where are my bike
Looks around blinking.
Oh. They’re on my feet already.